Underneath the starry canopy, whispers soft and light,
Angels flutter gently, cloaked in robes of white.
Their voices, like a lullaby, soothe the weary hearts,
Guiding souls through darkness, where the light imparts.

In dreams, they dance on moonbeams, with halos shining bright,
A celestial ballet, in the quiet of the night.
Wings of purest gold, they shimmer in the glow,
Illuminating paths that mortals seldom know.

With whispers of compassion, they mend the broken dreams,
Their presence, like a river, flows through silent streams.
In the hush of twilight, their harmony resounds,
A symphony of solace, where eternal peace is found.

Guardians of the fragile, protectors of the weak,
In the shadows, they linger, though they never speak.
Their love, a boundless ocean, embraces every soul,
In the realm of angels, we find our hearts made whole.