About a little girl and her new found guardian angel |
Touched By An Angel The sun and the moon dance playfully Taking turns at controlling the sky Down below, a city bustles And a young girl begins to cry The world moves on, ignoring, uncaring They've their own lives to live, no need for sharing In a corner, hidden under a bed She stays all alone, hands propping her head The sun turns away and a bright world falls Now taken over by the moon and the stars The girl sits calmly, admiring the night Here she feels safe, way away from the light An open window, a nice cool breeze Till the young girl spots something out in the trees It's shaped like a human, yet perched like a bird She thinks it has wings, but that's just absurd It turns its head, catching her in its gaze She stares right back, trying not to be afraid It leaps off the branch, headed straight for her home She falls to the floor, letting out a frightened moan The next morning she wakes thinking it all a dream But the silver feather beside her was exactly as it seemed The day wore on and by the time night fell It felt like she was going through her very own hell She ran to her room, tears stinging her eyes Sank her face in her pillow to muffle out her cries It was then she noticed the one in the room Glowing white in the dark, skin pale as the moon His angelic voice spoke, "Do not cry, little one, things will soon be alright." And true to his word, held her there for the rest of the night |