When shadows stretch and stars ignite,
Angels gather in the quiet night,
Their wings a gentle, glowing light,
Watching over with tender sight.
Through dreams they weave a silver thread,
A lullaby for the sleeping head,
Whispering peace in colors spread,
A celestial blanket where fears have fled.
Their presence felt in the softest breeze,
A guardian calm amidst the trees,
In every rustle, a promise to ease,
The silent prayers and unvoiced pleas.
As dawn approaches with its golden hue,
Angels retreat with the morning dew,
Leaving a trace in the skies so blue,
A reminder of love forever true.