There is indeed magic in this world,
Not of mana and incantations,
But the realm of nature,
Not of glyphs and sorcery,
But of our verdant mother,
The spells she wields,
Those helixes of code,
They are in perpetual flux,
Building blocks on an atomic scale,
Altered slightly in every iteration,
The marvels she summons are indeed magical,
Species and races and every tint of the rainbow,
Our mutations are the gifts she enchants us with,
Our differences are the witchcraft in our human coven,
In the magic of our DNA.

Beautiful poem, my friend. Nature is indeed magical. Complements of the Season to you.
Thank you very kindly! It sure is, more magical than any fantasy tale at times. Happy holidays to you too my friend!
The Oldschool Harlequin
Yes, it sure is. Happy Holidays to you too. And, lots of good cheer.