Faces lowered to the ground,
watching humanity
scurry around.
Flitting wings, so giddy;
occupied with joy-
stunningly pretty.
They're souls consumed by love;
given a second chance
to protect from above.
Vigilant at night,
they thrive especially
in day's light.
Was it that they lived the best life they could?
Maybe it was fate...
either way- it's good.
