Kenn's Book Of Poems

Magic

I fall into a brand new world,
filled with sights of new.
The air is becoming slightly cold,
and the sense of night is becoming few.

The colour of my hands are pale,
more than they usually are.
I open up my palm and slightly flail,
for there was snowflakes on the end of my arm.

I relaxed a bit and explored,
messing around with the newfound power.
Streams of pale blue sprouted and soared,
And flakes of ice showed upon a nearby flower.

The smile upon my face was lit,
since I was always one to love the cold.
I created many more beams as I saw fit,
Never seeing my magic grow old.

But there's a time where we must wake up,
and realize that it's all a dream.
Life goes on and experiences pour into a cup,
Giving our life more magic than what it may seem.