Green Magic

 

As my soft brown eyes gaped and stared in a state of utter terror,

Surprisingly bewildered; it seemed like it’s looking into a magic mirror! 

My two feet high dwarf of a carcass is now of alarmingly tall five five, 

And the man in the mirror barely resembled the charming boy, on the other side. 

 

His world had lost all subtle streaks and fell to the army of the dangerously dark, 

That showed him stories of bloody tears in dark crimson and grief in grim grey.

 The boy smelled fear creeping through the rusty garden mirror frames tainting the green carpet, 

That lay at his feet. He was marveled by the darkness that was so ugly to even look at. 

 

The man’s eyes caressed the tall green strong happy tree standing behind the boy. 

It was no more in his dark world; the tree that he had once made his home betrayed him of joy. 

 

The sky inside the mirror screamed through the thunder in storm black 

With scary windstorms seizing at the naked tree branches once painted in leafy green. 

The man looked helpless with tears yearning to be wiped off with care, 

His soft brown eyes groaned in the agony of pain that has lost all faith.

 

 The tree behind the boy was not in the mirror, the tree that he had made his home. 

He stretched his hand out to help the man, who was standing in his garden; 

On the other side of the magic mirror. If only if the man could stop sobbing in pain. 

Instead, he relived his grief as his yesterday stared back at him, the man wept louder. 

A yesterday where colors sang in sublime bliss and green was never prouder. 

 

The man’s eyes again caressed the tall green strong happy tree standing behind the boy. 

It was no more in his dark world; the tree that he had once made his home betrayed him of joy. 

 

The boy grabbed his baby sapling with a tender touch and pecked it with a kiss. 

He wanted the man to stop crying, he gave him his baby plant with a prayer. 

The man had barely touched a tiny green leaf through the mirror, when life came alive, 

And the storm calmed down as the virgin sunrays fell through, shattering the darkness. 

 

Now the baby plant is safe on the ground, inside the mirror, behind the man. 

The plant is where once his tree had lived, he had always missed his big green tree,

 The tree that taught him to breathe in the life and give away more than you get. 

The green magic has worked its spell; as green life gave life to life, it was his happily-ever-after.