moments

with wet moss like in Washington
with snow that sparkles in Utah
with sea foam that twinkles on a beach in Oregon
I cannot help but believe in a little magic.
I used to think it was all fairies
maybe sometimes I still think that
nature has just always seemed like magic to me. 
I've felt it under the sunsets in Spain
I've seen it in the people I met in Uruguay
I’ve tasted it in a bottle of wine in France. 
there is something more here among us 
and what connects us to it is being in the moment.  
these swift moments of the earth are magic, 
beauty slow and evolving like the blooming of flowers 
or abrupt when lighting hits a tree. 
you see, 
the flower wouldn’t bloom so wonderfully 
and the tree wouldn’t crack so suddenly 
if this power that the universe possesses 
did not give itself entirely to that moment