So Quaint. Poem by Rebecca Navarre

Listen to the angels in the night. As they
sing, through our surroundings, nature and life.
Shadowing over us in times of pain and strife. To
be our guide, our light. We can't see them with our
sights. But, just look at the stars, bright. They
surround. They've always been around. Deep in our
hearts, hear their sound. Hear the wind chimes,
ringing soft, and light. Hear the frogs and crickets
chirping with delight. Hear the church bell, in the
distance. Somewhere, at two am, in the night. So
quaint, and harmonic, like...