Bobby and the Magician

Under the glow of a twilight sky,
Young Bobby wandered, curious and spry.
Through the woods where whispers grew,
A path of wonder he stumbled into.

At the heart of the grove, by a silver stream,
A magician stood, like one from a dream.
Cloaked in shadows, his eyes ablaze,
A thousand secrets danced in his gaze.

“Step forth, young one,” the magician said,
His voice like a song that filled Bobby’s head.
“I’ve seen your heart, your spark, your fire,
A mind unbound, a soul to inspire.”

Bobby, with courage both bold and shy,
Met the magician’s unyielding eye.
“What wonders lie in your hands so keen?
What truths unseen, what realms between?”

With a wave of his hand, the air grew bright,
Stars descended to kiss the night.
A cascade of colors, a river of gold,
Worlds unfolded, both young and old.

"These are the realms that live in your mind,
A spark of magic, a gift unconfined.
Not in my spells or my ancient lore,
But in you, Bobby, lies so much more."

The boy looked down, his heart alive,
A rush of wonder began to thrive.
“Teach me, sir, to wield this art,
To craft my dreams, to play my part.”

The magician smiled, his face aglow,
“For every question, there's more to know.
But start with this: your courage, your will,
The magic begins when the world stands still.”

And so, with each whispered incantation,
Bobby walked toward his own creation.
For the magician's truth was clear and bright:
The magic lives in the seeker’s light.