The Magic is Gone

The cold morning breeze
Brings a promise of better things
And although I may freeze
Like a bird on its wings
I take a walk through the forest
The sun’s rays are just breaking through
And their myriad patterns
Are like a lover’s dance
The dew glistens on the leaves
The dancing shafts of light from the sun’s rays
Create a beautiful kaleidoscope of colour
I pick up a leaf
And hold it to the sun
Suddenly the dawn breaks
The dew evaporates
And the magic is lost