Underneath an old oak tree sat a boy with blond hair, basking in the warm summer air.

His eyes sparkled with glee, as birds chirped their harmonious spree, and bees did a buzzing ballet.

Behind him, a tall wooden fence stood firm and strong, almost like a soldier standing in a throng.

Behind that fence was a man with a hat, who had a twinkle in his eye and a tireless chat.

The man would hum a curious tune, like a merry loon under the afternoon moon.

The boy often wondered, 'Who is that man? He sings like a bird and waves his hand.'

One day, with a bounce and a sprightly leap, the boy approached the fence with questions deep.

The man smiled wide and said with delight, 'I was once a boy quite like you, full of wonder and might.'

He spun tales of dragons and stars, of sailing boats and cosmic jars.

The boy listened keen, his heart full of cheer, feeling the magic ever so near.

From that day on, under the tree so wise, the stories and laughter would fill the skies.

'Oh, what joy!' the boy did say, 'Every day is a magical day!'