[3.A chance meeting...or is it]

This piece is about a guardian angel always looking over the ones that they have to watch this one is about a man constantly being sent back by his guardian angel.

Sweeping my gaze, across the commodious green range, I saw a little blonde girl so calm, content and happy as can be, playing and singing beneath this ol'e oak tree.

A zephyr Summer breeze, lazily moving through the air, she turned with such an amicable stare, I sedulously walk over here and over there

Choosing a circuitous path, for I did not care, amongst bright Blue Asiatic Dayflowers, mingled with Bittercress, Cyprus spurge and common milkweed flowers. A Windsong playing carring the Aromatic and Ambrosial smells filling the balmy summer breeze.
Then the I hear the sudden sound of fluttering wings, and a squawk an caw... Calling to me.

I continued to walk, perceiving the other trails,
I ponder... How many others have tales to tell themselves.

With hands grazing atop, every tall cat tail, The cirsium arvense grown ever so high, the old man tried to stop, to cease or even a standstill, couldn't and didn't know why.

Looking upon the Sun's Golden Ray's, lustriously shining through the trees limply hanged canopy, coruscating on the girl, a Baldachin and a Three-Eyed Raven, black as night with it's chilling gaze and her snow white regalia. I had a fleeting thought "Have I finally found ya." Where she was dancing, twirling, laughing seemingly about to run, oh but having so much fun.

A sense of familiarity I felt underneath this ol'e oak tree and the soothing warmth of the sun, longing to stay and to be.

She looked up, with such a convivial look on her face, she turned from where she was at, tears welling up, her sapphire eyes glimmering and sad, with a tear or two she spoke at last...

"It's not your time to go, not your time at all. It's ok to stumble, trip, falter and fall. I've been watching over you, ever since your very first day. I'm your guardian angel Aniela. I've observed everything on your difficult and arduous Way."

With a Dulcet voice, a sense of serene suddenly came washing over me, as gentle as she could be. She said unto me.

"My Dear sweet Mr. Jack, you can not stay, for I have to send you back, back on your way,
On to your family one last time, for they await you...so it's fine,
But remember this my dear old friend, it's definitely, abruptly and assuredly going to be the last time, the last I send you back to family and friends.
For the next time you tend to head my way.
Come and visit...You'll have to stay, for I can't keep NeverMore always at bay."


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