In the quiet of the evening’s embrace,
Angels weave through the velvet space.
Their wings, soft whispers in the air,
Bring solace to those in despair.

With eyes like stars, they gently gaze,
Guiding souls through life’s complex maze.
Their presence felt, though not seen,
A light divine, pure and serene.

Beneath the moon’s tender glow,
They dance in realms we yearn to know.
Their voices, like a lullaby’s song,
Comfort hearts where they belong.

In dreams they linger, tender and mild,
Guardians of every sleeping child.
Their love, a timeless, gentle stream,
Fills our nights with hope and dream.