The Wizard

With a snap of his fingers,
A flick of his wrist,
He created a million dollars.
It appeared in a mist.

Eyes wide, mouths a gap,
We sat there not breathing,
Or thinking. Marveling how?

Then with a nod,
He said, "Go on, now."

Dispersing to the streets.
We snapped our fingers.
We flicked our wrists,
But nothing appeared.
Not even mist.

Years passed.
As they do.
We learned and thought.
Grew and grew.

Passing the town square one day.
We saw the wizard
In full display!

He snapped his fingers.
Flicked his wrist.
Created diamonds out of mist!

Looking at him with skeptical eyes,
We walked over, to talk to him.
Ask why he would trick these men.

'A trick?' He laughed.
'Tis not.

A trick implies what you saw was a lie.'

We tried it ourselves.
It did not work.

'Did you think it would?'

'Well, no!'

'Then that's why.'

Eyes open, mouths wide,
Why, oh why, did we even try?

He must be playing another trick,
A mind game, that is.

'Belief is a must.' He said.

'Use your mind to believe
And worlds you will create.
These diamonds are small compared
To what you can change.
If you believe,
It all falls into place.'

Spectacular

Trying hard to decorate.
He stubbed a toe.
He tangled his mate.
It all looked as if he fought a foe.

Almost falling off the roof.
Skidding down the ladder, too.
Festive is hard work. He's proof.
Now where is his shoe?

Untangled, almost done.
It is coming together.
Although it did not look fun.
They laughed a lot. Enjoyed the weather.

Now to wait until dark.
For a holiday display that will be magical.
Something to cause the dog to bark.
A display that is spectacular!

Love and blessings readers. đź’• Carrie