In the stillness of the night, they softly tread,
Wings whispering through the air, unseen,
Guardians of dreams, where hopes are led,
In the moon’s gentle glow, they intervene.

Through the shadows, they cast a gentle light,
A beacon of comfort in the darkest hour,
With whispers that dance in the quiet night,
They shield and guide with celestial power.

Their presence a balm to the weary soul,
A gentle touch in moments of despair,
In silence, they mend what the world stole,
Restoring faith with a tender care.

So trust in the angels who watch from above,
In their steadfast vigil, always true,
For in their embrace, you’ll find love,
And peace as they watch over you.