An Angel's Song
The Angel plays its song,
The Music moves along.
Not a note or beat is wrong,
So All may know that they belong.
There is no special Word,
Like each branch that holds a bird
From which those wings have whirred,
And every One will soon have heard.
The Music forever does resound
As it plays entwining along the ground,
Sending blessings the whole World round
To ensure that All be found.
Catinka Knoth 12/23/13