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As I walk along the forest path,
A white tailed deer spies me and runs.
The birds chirping and flying around in the canopy,
The sunlight streaming through the trees,
The magic of life is all around me.

I sit along the frozen bay,
A gray wolf's tracks trace the edge.
The owl's cry piercing the night,
The moon's light making the water glow blue bright,
The magic of the night's peace completely surrounds me.

I sit in the classroom surrounded by books,
No animals to be seen 'cept those drawn on the wall.
The teacher explains it all away,
The magics of the forest, and that of the bay.
The magic of it all completely escapes me.
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©1999 Ben "Greyhawk" Scanlon.