hey stranger. will you wander off with me?

‘I wish to know of magic,’ I said,
Tongues of flame round me He made.
‘I wish to know of magic,’ I said,
Fine drops of rain to earth they fade.
‘I wish to know of magic,’ I said,
A violent storm heralded His rage,
The gentle wind caressed me in shade,
The brilliant sun burned brightly in red,
The birds’ dawn song in my ear, was played,
The flower fields like a carpet was laid,
The charming war horse looked high and neighed,
The cold blue seas roared on, uncaged,
‘I wish to know of magic,’ I said,
Then understood that for me it’s been made.

*Another one written from the point of a wood-elvish bard.