I

the kindhearted angel

rests in the garden

she grips a bunch of

primrose pink blossoms

they flourish in her undying light.

the heavens above her

are filled

with off-white fluffy clouds

as a baby blue hue paints the sky.

her long hair flows

as graceful

as a swan circling a

glowing greenish pond.

a butterfly lies on her head

she giggles, and the garden

overflows with an essence of

joy.

-personification of serenity

              II

the dove-hearted being

notices me

as I fall apart

in a patch of roses.

she stands and spreads her gigantic wings

that was almost twice her height.

little white feathers separate from the wings

drifting down slowly.

she makes her way to me,

her ivory dress lies at her feet

and it ripples with each step she takes.

the embodiment of elegance bends down

she brushed a piece of my hair

out of my tired eyes.

they widen when they meet

 her twinkling ocean orbs.

it was like seeing color

for the first time.

-hope

                  III

flittering frivolous butterflies

dance around the angel

her wings unfold,

to show their extreme size

swoosh, swoosh,

the wings sound as they stretch out.

she reaches out her dainty fair hand.

with a smile,

she asks,

in a soothing tone

that makes me feel

as if honey is running

through my veins,

‘come, my dear,

there is no reason

to dwell in your sadness.’

-healing what’s been torn

    IV

I get up,

as she leads me

to a wallowing willow tree.

its leaves smoothly breeze,

expressing its wistful way of living.

the angel turns away,

and I immediately notice,

‘where are you going?’

the divine spirit looks back

an innocently confused look

in her eyes

she gifts me one last smile

as she continues walking away.

-help yourself