The gorgeous little angles of heaven fly from their hives
Like the golden bees, humming sweet cadence
Seek out the intervention of God to forget and forgive
We need a reprieve from the ills, oh transcendence;
They start with a rhythmic incantation of nature’s meters
To forget the trials and tribulations of life through prayers
To bring forth solace to their bruised hearts
They pursue comfort, care and the requisite ramparts;
The eternal guide, that they are, listens to the sincere voices
As they do to the planets in heavens, clears the prejudices
Arrive in various different forms or as a fairy-tale like event
Thus speaks the lord of heaven, we hereby absolve and relent;
Beautiful Life 