A whispering willow, a breath of fresh air, treading through water she had quite a scare

of the power below her, inside and above.  

Closing her eyes she surrendered to Love.

The love of the heavens, seemingly unfair, she couldn't quite fathom what led her down there


into the basement where moss had grown over.

She sat in the silence and picked up a clover.

Dancing and spinning her Angel's spoke to her, 

"Your luck is upon you, of that we are sure!"

The heavens are just, their wisdom untold.

Embrace every feeling.

Your wings will unfold.