The magic touch

There is something about it,

That heals a bruised heart,

That burns the stress away,

That calms the turmoil inside.

There is something about it,

That creates everything, out of nothing,

That creates life even from a tiny speck.

In it starts a world, in it, we end. 

There is something about it,

That every time I touch,

Time stands still, 

The world seems not to exist. 

There is something about it,

That weaves its magic on me,

Leading me to happiness,

Leading me to joy.

There is something about it,

The touch of the soil,

That takes me to a place I always wish to be

Connecting me to a peace deep within.

There is something about it,

That creates magic within,

The magic touch,

The touch of the soil…