Angels watching from the sky.
Baby birds begin to fly.
Pretty flowers by the road,
Your precious love never grows old.
Many days spent down here,
Waiting for you to appear.
Watching, praying, waiting for,
You to arrive on that white horse.
The signs all show you’ll be here soon,
To take us with you over the moon.
It will happen in the twinkling of an eye,
And we will bid this world goodbye.
The Poetic Advisor 