Angels Atop the Apple Blossom Trees
Angels flying around the the tops of apple blossom trees
Trying to soak up the aroma
Dancing on air currents to get a quick sniff in the breeze
All the while playing their harps and fiddles
How majestic is their flying?
How majestic is their twirling?
For each and every angel that flies above the orchard
Becomes intoxicated with the scent of heaven
There is no greater scent on all the earth
That represents the earth’s gardens like the apple blossom tree
So the next time you are out and about walking
And you see the apple blossoms in fullest bloom
Just close your eyes and you’ll be dreaming that a dozen angels are staring at
you.... because most likely... THEY ARE!
Gwendolen Rix
8-14-14
Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2014
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