Wings On A Breeze
Trees swaying in a gentle breeze,
Children playing so much at ease.
For they know of a friend as close as can be,
Is sitting watching from the swaying tree.
Angel's surround them with love they can feel,
As the walk hand in hand up a steep hill.
Happily in knowing she follows them there,
They have now worried nor do they care.
They just feel her warm wings wrapped around tightly,
Keeping them safe for the great almighty.
An angels work is never done,
As she looks after each and every one.
Next time you are walking and feel a breeze,
Look up into those swaying Tree's.
Smile and Just say a quick hello,
To the beautiful angel who we all know
x x Wizzy x x
FormerMember
I really enjoyed your poem Wizzy. Keep them coming. I will be looking at the trees even more now. x x x
