On Alchemy

I’d like to imagine,
if you don’t particularly mind,
that there’s magic in the world,
and not the made up kind,

The way that we used to believe,
the world could be,
not changing it back,
but more the view we’d see,

From the trees as they blow,
and the seeds that we’d sow,

We’d see the light rise,
and know we weren’t wise.