Equation

People believe magic is dead, 

Killed in Cold Blood, 

By hard science, 

And cold logic. 

But some things can't be quantified 

By equations and theories. 

Look up my friend for 

The sheer beauty of a starry night sky, 

The raw power of God's wrath streaking through stormy skies, 

The epic grandeur of the setting sun shining 

It's dying light 

On Glittering snow capped mountains, 

The inexplicable joy of seeing your loved ones, 

Still lie firmly in the realm of magic.