I have oficial proof in the form of poetry.
I believe in Magic.
Water's turned into wine
And one basket feeds five thousand,
This happens every day,
Yet ours are much more mundane.
Finding the daughter she lost
In the safe hands of a bearded man
Through push and shove of city visiting.
The boy whose future had been planned
Then saved by a teacher
With a finer craft.
The brave one who claps in silence
To make last place feel first-rate
In what the quiet ones couldn't have finished.
The volunteer who looks like
Your deceased Grandmother
So let's your Granddad hold her hand for an hour.
The overflowing joy
Of waters wombing
Then witnessing her feel twin.
The boy who refuses
To chant for Liberty and Justice
Fighting for what is right.
A country which is steeped in tradition
In the scream of cracking whip
Choosing blindly for their leader.
But simple magic,
Is proven every day.
In the ambitious plight of a bumble bee.
Whose weight is too large
For tiny span of wing.
Yet sticks two wings up to the world
Whilst waving through the air
Landing on desired bull's-eye,