There is Magic in the Weeds

I caught you gazing into the night sky, waiting on a shooting star

A heavenly body, unobtainable, lightyears away

In sparse space.

I wanted you to come back to Earth

To just look down and remind yourself

A wish is a wish

No matter where it comes from.

There is just as much magic in a shooting star 

As there is in a simple dandelion 

You don’t need a miracle for your dreams to come true

All you need is to look down at your feet, see where you stand

And know the magic is much easier to obtain than you thought