Guardians
Morning brings many forms
Of which we see so few
They're wherever we go
In ev'rything we do
Disappearing quickly
Each time we turn around
They were born for travel
And never to be found
Some will call them angels
Or the ghosts from the past
Either way they're revered
For their domain is vast
They be the guardians
Of life, of heart, and soul
Far beyond what we know
Far beyond our control
Copyright © Daniel Larson | Year Posted 2024
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