My Lady's Magic

The sun rises on a beautiful day, The fog is lifted from my eyes, The grass has dew, the chipmunks play, Spirits are lifted to my surprise. The sun beats down from its high-noon perch, I greet it instead of cower, Beautiful is the day I meet without a frightened lurch, There is a source for this power. The sun touches down as it sets to the west, I’m still outside enjoying the day, With such beauty to see I want to take the time to invest, I feel no despair holding me sway. The stars come out twinkling in the night, The time when I could hide my best, Now is the time for my lady, who is so right, And who has put all my fears to rest.