Supernatural Grace

I look nimble,

Here I am on my feet,

Standing on a long blade of grass.

Yet I am flying.

I am a natural deception.


I will dive down at top speed,

However I will the most perfect grace,

For I have unheard of grace.


I am real,

But are supernatural actions fake?

If you think so you are making a mistake.

I am supernatural to the human eye,

Wielding nature’s deception weapon,

I have unheard of grace.




Mother and child have sweet embrace,

As the tree provides the perfect shade,

The wind blows around,

But the cage makes no movement.



The boy said “How magical! Did thou get this from a tree?”

The mother then said” It is for you my darling. The magic is within you.”

The magic of love.