In Praise of An Angel
...for Juvie
The larks perform at your behest,
and rivers run their course at your command,
the sun and moon spill brilliance
to light the way, directed by your hand.
The stars are sparkles in your hair,
sprinkled in the dark of night,
your heart and soul sing love songs
that engage the wind in airy flight.
Soft and gentle are your ways,
sweet your countenance that glows,
the sun you relegate to shame,
this your nature doth disclose!
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