To The Angels Who Fly Poem by Spiro K

In the sky so high, they soared with grace,
Brothers and sisters, a noble embrace.
The hum of the blades, a steady song,
They flew with purpose, to right the wrong.

But fate has a way, it's cruel and swift,
A gust, a shift, and hearts would lift.
Not to the stars, but to the cold earth below,
Where we stand now, in sorrow's glow.

In the silence that followed, the winds still cry,
For the lives that were lost, for the hearts that die.
They gave all they had to help and to heal,
Brave beyond words, their courage real.

Now we walk this world, with empty space,
Where laughter once filled each smiling face.
But their spirit remains, in the sky, in the ground,
In every echo of the helicopter's sound.

Though they are gone, their legacy stays,
In the kindness they gave, in the bright, brave ways.
So we honor them now, with tears and with grace,
And carry their memory, in every place.

Rest now, dear friends, you've answered the call,
In your final flight, you gave your all.
We'll meet again, on the other side,
Where the winds are gentle, and the angels ride.