Natural Angels

Author: Stephen W. Cote

Unto my willows, weep

Where natural angels play

To tease, to kiss, to take and keep

Mr. Lackadaisical sun's shiny rays

Reflect their opal-glinting wings

And the rosy cherub faces

Nymphs, Dryads - tiny naked playful things

Basking in the blue brook's water graces

They embraced in arm and song

To laugh, to play, to share and love

But when I arrived they all had gone