Pure, innocent as can be
A sweet soul,
Descending from the heavens
With complete control
No storm could shake it
Its feathers stand strong
It swoops mightily down,
Singing a secret song
Light shining all around the figure
Of humility and grace
Light casting itself down
On its beautiful face
Listening to its song,
Looking up to above
The people watched
As they listened to a dove
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 8:26 PM UTC
Pure, innocent as can be
A sweet soul,
Descending from the heavens
With complete control
No storm could shake it
Its feathers stand strong
It swoops mightily down,
Singing a secret song
Light shining all around the figure
Of humility and grace
Light casting itself down
On its beautiful face
Listening to its song,
Looking up to above
The people watched
As they listened to a dove
