Two angels are soaring up in the sky,
Gliding so gracefully as they fly,
High up where the air is fresh and clear,
Enticing beauties soaring in our atmosphere,
Passing the buildings while gliding upon the breeze,
Dashing swiftly past the vast fields and trees,
Moving like bald eagles with a epic grace,
Towards the heavens, their special place,
Climbing through great heights with unlabored ease,
As they enjoy the kiss of passing breeze,
Quickly vanishing into the seamless azure sky,
Becoming invisible to the naked eye,
Angels gracefully flying, undoubtedly a beautiful sight,
God's creatures truly glorious in their flight,
Silently drifting towards the dawn of a new day,
Such beauty leaving me without words to say.
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