I call this magic

You call that magic,

I call that manmade.

I call this magic,

You call it decayed.

I call it natural magic,

You call it such a waste.

I call this magic nature,

But now it’s all disgraced.

The flowers I’ll observe.

The trees I’ll swing on.

It’s up to me, and up to you.

I’ll try to help from day to dawn.