Angel

Crisp air cools my cheeks,
Birds whisper quiet secrets to me,
Little squirrels scamper from an unseen enemy.

Water rushes in against rock,
With the bliss of an angel's song,
With the grace of a hundred dancers, it continues to move along.

I spread my wings,
But realise I have none,
Nevertheless, I take the daring plunge.

I drifted into darkness,
But before I closed my eyes,
I thought I felt strong arms around me - and an angel's cry.