The Alchemist's Secret | Nahla Abdur-Rahman

In a little shop so old and bright,

An alchemist worked late at night. 

With books and bottles, pots and stream,

He tries to make a golden gleam.

He mixed a drop, he stirred a lot, 

He made the cauldron bubbling hot. 

A pinch of silver, a dash of red, 

A swirl of smoke above his head!

But gold was not what he made, 

Instead, the potion danced and swayed!

It shimmered, sparkled, soft and light,

Then it turned into a ball so bright.

Not metal, not a precious stone, 

But something magic all his own.

For true alchemy, he learned that night,

Is finding magic in a new sight.