In the quiet of the night, they softly tread,
Guardians of dreams with wings of ethereal light,
Bearing the whispers of the stars, they spread
A gentle embrace that banishes the night.

With halos bright, they watch and guide,
Their presence felt in the soul’s deep tide,
Through shadowed paths, they walk beside,
Offering solace where fears abide.

Their songs, a balm to the weary heart,
In silent symphonies, they impart
The courage to face each day’s new start,
With love woven in every part.

So in the stillness, when hope seems frail,
Look to the skies where angels sail,
For in their grace, we shall prevail,
Guided by their gentle, unfailing trail.