In the quiet of the starlit night, they soar,
Gentle whispers of the heavens’ lore,
Wings of light, in ethereal grace,
Guardians unseen, in the vast space.

With every breath, they softly sing,
Songs of hope on gossamer wing,
A celestial choir, in harmony’s embrace,
Bringing peace to the human race.

Eyes that shine with eternal light,
Watching over us through the darkest night,
Their presence felt, though sight unseen,
In dreams and visions, they softly glean.

In moments of despair, they gently guide,
A comforting presence by our side,
Angels of mercy, in silence they fly,
Guardians of souls beneath the sky.