Guardian Angels

A group of Guardian Angels have almost finished training:
The ten-year course is ending soon, with only weeks remaining.
Then they’ll get a special medal, for all the points they’ve earned;
And special graduation gowns for everything they’ve learned.
Because Guardian Angels study hard, they study day and night:
It’s all part of Guardian training so they have to get it right.
Every Guardian Angel plays the trumpet and recorder,
The Angel harp and violin all kept in perfect order;
Carried by the Angels as they soar and dive and float,
To accompany all the songs they’ve learned – every single note.
Poems, rhymes and whispers too, and all the holy words,
And every single sound in the Language of the Birds;
So they can give you good advice without you ever knowing,
Every hour of every day without a feather showing;
And also guide and guard you, and talk to you with ease
When you visit your dream garden beneath the flowering trees;
Or give you a warm Angel hug when you’re feeling all alone,
And whisper “All is well, dear one,” in a soft and gentle tone
Sounding like a tinkling bell, like a nightingale at dawn;
Or the voice you may remember on the day that you were born.