Down in the marketplace there stood a magician, he waved his hand, flashed some cards and made things disappear. Man walked passed this magician without a second thought, but the child, in awe, tugged at Man’s sleeve, wishing so desperately to see the magician up close. In front of the magician there stood a sign and on that sign, in fancy red letters that swirled like ribbon, it said “World’s Greatest”. Man just scowled and dragged the child onward. “Save your coin, child.” he demanded. “Magic isn’t real.” But in his heart, the child knew this not to be true. So he ran to the Horizon, throwing out his arms in frustration. “Horizon,” he called. “they say that magic is not real, but they have not seen you, not truly. If they had, they would know what true magic is.” Heartened by this, the Horizon decided to give the child a show, stretching it’s long fiery fingers of orange and gold over the land, painting distorted shadows across the earth’s surface as the sun rose into the sky. With this display, the child could feel the magic in his veins so he bowed his head in thanks and returned home, but still Man doubted the magic. Come the next morning, the child made off to the Hills, stomping around in frustration. “Hills!” he called. “Still they doubt, but they would think again if they knew you. If they did, they would know what true magic is.” Heartened by this, the Hills ushered the child around the bend and he found himself suddenly looking over a valley of rolling green mountains that lay like a wrinkled cloth that blanketed the earth. This time, the child could feel the magic in his heart so he bowed his head in thanks and returned home, but still, Man doubted the magic. Come nightfall, the child sprinted to the beach where the Moon first peaked over his dear friend Horizon. “Moon!” he called. “Why won’t anyone believe me? If only they could see… then they would know what true magic is.” Heartened by this, the Moon lifted into the sky, taking the child’s breath away as it danced in the heavens with it’s ensemble of stars. At this, the child felt the magic in his nerves, urging him to dance along. He bowed his head to the Moon in thanks and quickly returned home, exhausted by the day’s events. In his dreams, the child witnessed more, seeing in his mind the eagle that soared through the sky, feeling the wind brush through it’s feathers, seeing in his mind the whale that leaped from the waves, dripping in the sparkling ocean water, seeing in his mind the wolf on the prowl, howling in harmony to his friend, the Moon. When morning came, the child went straight to the magician, asking to see his magic act but the magician just smiled and said, “My dear child, you’ve already seen the greatest magic this world can offer. Nature performs great feats of magic each day and only a few of us are lucky enough to see it. You’re not like the others, you’ve seen the truth.” Suddenly Man called to the child with a scowl on his face and the magician nudged the child forward. “Go now, child, but never forget to see the magic. It lies in all things, including you” So the child scampered back to Man who saw with so much doubt. Once more he scolded, “What did I say? Magic isn’t real.” But in his heart, the child knew this not to be true, for he had seen the greatest magic act in the world and no one, not even Man, could take that away.