Crystal clear like diamonds in the sky,
Watching angels in white,glide and fly.
The clouds up above,look like cotton like pillows,
To smell the freshness in the air,like a tree the willow.
The halo up above the angels head,
Is so bright that is spread.
The harp that she quietly plays,
She slowly starts to move with a gentle sway.
Her face is so beautiful with a stare,
Hard to believe,you had to be there.
The wings behind her is trimmed in gold,
She is nowhere near to being old.
She smiles with her dimples, so deep and pure,
She is one of god's angel's,I do know for sure.
The heavenly light shines down on her,
She disappears with a shadow of a sightful blur.