Words of Magic

My words are magical things,
Gifts from the Above.
They can fly and dance and sing,
And tell of hate and love.
 
My words can be cold as stone,
Tell of fear and hate.
They can drip with a dreary morning’s rain,
And weep with terrible fate.
 
My words can be soft and sweet,
They can nourish and blossom and bloom.
They can smile with the Sun above,
Laugh free from fear and doom.  
 
My words can be wild and free,
Tell of things ne'er seen before.
They spirit me off to many a place,
Past many a distant shore.
 
My words can rise up and fight,
Rage like fire on the plain.
They can rally and save, protect and defend,
Shout against anger and pain.
 
My words can reach to the sky,
Sing like wind of passion and love.
They can soar high than the eagle,
Tell and speak of things Above.
 
My words may be plain and simple,
Tell of things honest and true.
But yet they can soar with the stars,  
And even meet with you.