Striding out hand in hand
Gazing over the land
Wishing to rest our weary feet
We sit upon a log, for a seat
Soaking in the evening sound
Nature whispering all around
Then she say's to me
I spy, can you see?
See what? see where?
The angel up there
pointing toward the skies
Slowly I lift my eyes
And indeed an Angel, I see
Watching
over you and me