Most days I find my morning sings
My heart grows bold and sprouts new wings
I fly so high into the sky
I brush the clouds while passing by !
Sometimes I think I hear the sound
Of feathers drifting to the ground
And I am sure angels are there
To do God’s work with love and care !
They are His messengers we’re told
I guess they must be really old,
I do not mean to give offence
I comprehend they’re God’s defense !
Claire V. Bogdanos 