The Singer Poem by Bella Ravenstar

See that girl?
She's the one reading that book
She don't look like much
But wait
You'll see
Wait until everyone leaves
For now
Hide behind that tree
Wait and see
Look!
Hear that angelic melody?
She has fine poised notes
Flawless musical forn
An angel is surely missing from heaven
That aria she breathes is surreal
She sings merrily
A song from a romantic dream
More pure than a nightingale
Yet she is so shy
She sings many hours alone
And then she goes home
No one knows she sings
Those heavenly tunes
She's never had a lesson
Nor an instructor
But her voice sculpted by heaven's hands
Her melodies as wings
Her voice makes her fly
Yet know one will ever embrace
That gentle delight
Only the angels above know
And dance to her melodies
And devour the lovely sound