Angel

Angel with white wings
Gliding through wood's
Dancing over grasses
Flower's are beautiful.

Sweet tasty nectar's
Dew's sparkle when Sun touches
Bright days are rainbow like
Angel glides by singing hymns.

Hymns are melodious
Touching souls of purity
Angel blesses the happy
Gliding continues until sunset.​

Author's Note

This poem all about psyche butterfly in my garden

Reviews

[Marie]

A very beautifully penned tribute to the Angel in this lovely poem, dear T. P... Yes, we receive many blessings from the Angels, if we are pure of heart and mind and I like how you portray that in this eloquent write. Thank you for sharing, dear poet... Lovely work!

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Marie]

Most welcome always, dear poet...

[Akinlolu]

A vivid poem, hiding facts behind layers of eloquent expressions, aluding to things many never really think about and drawing a parallel between the hard gritty everyday truth and things that are beyond the veil of this world. Anyway I enjoyed it.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Fia Naturie]

Nicely captured. At first, I was thinking about angels until you spoke about nectar. A Pleasent poem.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Soren]

They are beautiful and intriguing and can easily be seen as angels of a terrestrial type. Lovely

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I wonder where the angel goes after dark
as she waits for the next dawn.

[Arundass TP]

Sure... Thank you friend 😊

[GlendaK]

I love how the purity of the butterfly 'touches' souls' purity.

The beauty of pure love.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[red93]

Very interesting ATP how you take the angel metaphor and follow it thru the day's progress. Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊