I don’t know where magic is
   or what it does.
Do green shoots sprout organically
   or does the green lady cast a growing spell?
Do trolls know instinctively which questions to ask
   or does a magic stone gift the knowledge?
Do fairies exist because of magic
   or does magic exist because of fairies?

I don’t know the answers, where magic is
   or if it exists,
but the dew that clings to my running, laughing daughter
  as she chases some poor robin friend
and the creek sweeping along its destined path
   through our backyard
might know something of magic,
   of its existence, perhaps, and its power.