BOX OF MAGIC

Magic in the shape of a square.

Open palmed hands softly touch it.

Eyes scan imagery of fantastic lands,

They're glued on longer than a minute.

Rumor has it: the inside smells of a tree.

Should it be open?

Or left be?

Inside creatures come alive.

Elves, dragons and fairies,

Sounds and movements like a hive!

Heroes and villains in their lairs.

Softly fingering the inside

The eyes looking in,

To run with it or hide?

Where to begin?

This box of magic,

Treasure Chests of sorcery, make you happy when blue.

Keeping at bay reality

Imagination shouldn't be kept in.

Magic lives on forever,

Keeps our interest caught on a hook.

Will it end? Never!

Especially a fantastical thing like a book!