Angel Song

High up in the tree tops
Light as falling snow
A sound rings out so crisp and clear
To listening ears below

A melody so sweet and pure
It sets the heart to flight
It reaches the most hardened souls
And turns the dark to light.

As refreshing as the morning dew
It's voice so pure and mild.
The songs of earthbound angels perhaps?
Tis the laughter of a child.

by Karen Davidson