I see it everywhere –from butterfly metamorphoseto bird migration. I see magicin spider web stringing,bird nest weaving,hummingbird hovering,seedlings pushingthrough soil. I believe in the magic of birth itself –mothers cradling youngwithin their bodies orhatching eggs thatcrack with life. I see magicin the daily tricksof dawn and dusk –painting color on the sky. The death of fall,chill of winter white,music and colorreappearing in spring,summer’s sultry buzz.