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
 
 
 

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