A Boy with Magic (An Original Nursery Rhyme)
Once upon a time a boy had magic....
This did not include pulling out rabbits,
He had true magic (not silly hat-tricks)…
When he'd wave his magic wand, he would cast it!
When the boy chose to wave his wand hand,
He made winds as great as a thousand fans!
He moved rivers, oceans, and even land!
The desserts stirred, whirling and twirling sand.
By mounting upon a broom he could fly,
Running his hands through the clouds in the sky.
Sometimes he would visit space he was so high-
So high, he couldn't be seen by a human eye.
He would make plants and fruit grow like bamboo.
He could do the same with beef and ham too!
There is nothing this little boy can't do,
And not a single person has a clue.
He wanted to make his gift a secret.
Well, because he knows no one could keep it.
This secret happened to be his deepest.
Even if told, no one would believe it.
As the boy grew older into a man,
His skill in magic began to expand.
He had a dream, he created his plan.
His dream was heaven with a wave of his hand.
He began with the most greenest grasses
And acres of land that forever lasted.
He made beaches and parts of the atlantic.
For years, enchantments and spells were casted...
Rock by rock he created waterfalls,
Were he would freeze water, as it started to fall!
He made icicles that were almost ten feet tall!
When they fell to the ground, they would shatter and all.
He placed his home upon a mountain top.
One side was cold and brisk, the other hot.
Here he found the most youthful fountain drops.
He didn't age a day, time just seemed to stop.
As the man stayed young his soul grew older.
As the man stayed young his soul grew colder.
As the man stayed young his soul grew bolder.
There he looked to carry the world on his shoulders.
In time, he stopped drinking from the fountain.
Life became grim upon his own mountain.
As days went by he would simply count them,
Waiting to die upon his stone mountain.
Then with new life, he had a second dream.
Within his mind he imagined the scene.
No matter how obscene the dream had seemed,
He pursued success, represented by green.
Love, a magic no wand can create.
Therefore wands can't make the heavenly gates.
Age twenty, wisdom of seventy eight,
The man began to seek for his own soul mate.
He searched far and wide all over the world.
Then he came across the most beautiful girl.
When he saw she had the most beautiful curls,
He presented her with the most beautiful pearls.
Her beauty left his eyes in misbelief.
But this women was possessed by green greed.
Betraying him for gold she was a thief.
At times, beauty can be an illusion seen.
Because of the past, he destroyed his gold.
Like created, he waved the wand he holds.
Magic turned coal to gold then gold to coal.
Dreams destroying old ones that were once told.
He then looked for a wife of purity.
One to give him kindness and security.
One that would just give common courtesy.
This might just fofill his dream perfectly.
He searched far and wide for such a kindness,
And one day the man just happened to find it.
Glistening eyes and a smile that shined with,
He loved this smile and the girl behind it.
Man was in misbelief she was so pure.
To every man and women she gave good words.
Not a single bad one has ever been herd.
Words are week, compared to actions occurred.
She was to kind, she couldn't deny love.
Kindness was her excuse to justify love.
For every man she wouldn't deny love.
This women was confused in that lust is by love.
The man for a second time was betrayed,
Falling short of the dream he had portrayed.
Like a fiddle the man had been played.
She loved others, giving his love away.
One can love many, but just one if true.
The man then knew just what he had to do.
The man then knew how he must continue.
A women of trust, the man must peruse.
He searched far and wide to be a husband,
Then came across a humble girl hummin'.
He asked her with pride if she would love him,
With his heart beating like drums rolls were drummin'.
She claimed she would only love men of trust.
She was betrayed by men of gold and lust.
In misbelief the man began to blush,
For he knew this girl was far from a crush.
To show trust he told her his deep secrets.
The women wouldn't believe his deepest.
But when he waved his wand she was speechless,
Showing her his oceans and his beaches.
To show trust she told him her deep secrets.
And the man wouldn't believe her deepest.
But when she waved her wand he was speechless,
Showing him her oceans and her beaches.
One wand failed to create heaven on earth,
But with two wands, the two wizards gave birth-
Birth to a small child, that of there first.
Birth of the greatest magic, life on earth.