I think magic lurks
Behind the tinkle of snowflakes.
The sound of a smile,
The music memories make.

Behind the sight of hidden hopes,
The sweet aroma of raindrops.
The desolate sting of broken dreams,
The cycle of life that never stops.

Behind the feeling of holding a baby,
And of being where you belong.
Behind hugs from a butterfly,
And the rainbows of a song.

Behind the wailing of cold, lonely wind,
The bittersweet taste of passing on.
Behind the bloodstains of a hero,
Behind a soul long gone.

Behind the melody of changing seasons,
And the harmony of star wishes.
The unlimited outcomes of a life,
And the many kinds of kisses.

Behind the releasing of clasped hands,
Of life-long friends parting ways.
Or, behind waking and sleeping,
And the continual passing of days.

Behind a falling star from heaven,
And a sad, crying cloud.
Behind the imaginations of a heart,
And the first cry of life so loud.