The Deep Magic

It's real and it's everywhere you look

There is a deep magic that lives and breathes
at times forgotten but never lost
tucked under piles of autumn leaves
and kept warm from many layers of frost
guarded like the gold of kings
and woven through the beds of moss
ancient like the rushing streams
and ever new like morning's gloss
joined as one now Heaven's seam
and gifted from the heart of God
revealed to those who still believe
and dance upon this land with awe