Longfellow's Arc Angel

A sprinkling of fairy dust early in the morning an airy dawn arrives on the wings of an angel music of nature flutes by with all its first bring I own daylight quills and Longfellow's archangel While the rose sleeps beneath the moist earth safely beneath the snow waiting for rebirth guardians of the galaxy are closing in on stars I don't hear a sound not even the tooting of cars Outside the breeze is slipping through the trees as quietly as the memes of God's silent smiles I own hopes so big they bring me to my knees and a belief that will help me through the miles Dance while you still can He says to my heart, as I hear the sound of music, ... I do my part.