Three rock magical journey

I hold three magic rocks, in my hand Rolling them over and over and over Leaving this reality behind, far behind Rolling the first magic rock, a stage unfolds, Where secrets of magic are daringly told. With a flick of the wrist and a glint in the eye, A world of illusion begins to fly high. With the roll of second magic rock, a Genie takes flight, With a shimmer of stardust, a magical sight. "Three wishes, dear friend," the voice softly hums, In realms of the impossible, where fantasy comes. With the rolling of last magic rock, I dive into a magic divine, The healing embrace of a love that’s benign. In the heart of despair, where hope seems to wane, A whisper of faith can ease every pain.