My Magic Wand

A piece of paper
in front of me
made from the oldest maple tree.

My magic wand
in my hand
tip sparkling like a fairy’s wing

My magic wand
slips
out
of
my
hand
and onto the paper,
creating a world full of creativity
and wonder

It’s contagious,
spreading across the paper.

Nothing
can stop it.

And it is my secret.