Under the teaching tree. original childrens poetry by moonshine

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Under the teaching tree, where the breeze did blow
and those that would hear, would learn how to know
Words aflutter, eager ears and piercing eyes cut the air like butter
Wizard tonating tones older than understanding

Folding with presence, the air growing thin
all the lines bending towards the points where they begin
the crystal words shatters the space with the din
of a man who's grown frail and who's hair has gone thin

Eyes sparkle and a toothy grin as the show is about to begin
His face drawn with focus:
ABRA CADABRA! HOCUS POCUS!
He always begins his lesson with these little jokes

His face changes shape, his mouth gapes
and with a flip of his cape, he straddles the air
flying in mid air as his students stare
with much gesture, he lands on his feet

saying good morning children and merry meet
today is the day when you'll learn how to craft
with thin air and wind, a magical mark
that will set you afloat, so let us embark!

and proceeded to tell, as clear as a bell
to all who would hear, as ears drew near

the secret of flying with nothing but air