Magic

I stretch out my fingers
The magic starts to flow
I levitate this stack of books
Inside it starts to snow
I strew fireworks across the sky
And flowers about the land
And for every empty heart
I find a willing hand
No more sickness or famine
No more wars or strife
Until my power empties out
And thus concludes my life
With no more magic in the world
What will the people do?
Bring back war and suffering?
Try to muddle through?
There are different kinds of magic, friends
We should attempt a few.