A pattern, etched delicately in silver on a leaf.

A story, in every footprint, every mark in the bark of a tree.

A grace, flowing through the bones and blood of every living creature.

There is a kind of magic, in the woods.

Chapter the Second

Narnia

Narnia, a place of magic and intrigue.
A place where dreams can come true.
A place that evil is always defeated.
A place that many would gladly go.

The beautiful, The brave,
Both apply in this place.
Oh to see, the Table of Stone,
To stand near Cair Paravel

To be one of the first to see that infant world,
As Aslan sang it into being,
To witness the creation,
Of a Pegasus,
To fly on Fledge, to the Garden of Life.

I’m afraid this will take forever
As I try to explain it all
But one thing I can say
And the world will shatter
If you do not answer your call;
You were called to a place
Filled with magic and despair
You were called to a place
Where even the trees aren’t fair;
But no matter what you do
He’s breathing there with you
So don’t give up just yet
We need you now.