Angel on my pinkie
Directing me from there;
An airy little breeze
Softly moving the air
Whispers to me often
During the passing day,
Trusting me to follow
Sound advice sent my way.
I'm led to quiet streams
And I'm given new strength.
I rest in meadow grass
Quite often at great length.
My heart is taught to feel
The great things around me.
I realize the fact
That these things surround me.
My angel makes my life
A medley - joy, delight;
Gives me help, gives me hope,
Love, a boost to give me flight.
There are many moments,
For occasions are rife,
When my angel renews
My love for current life.
Angel on my pinkie
You are no weight at all.
Stay with me here on Earth
And lift me when I fall.
Hey. Is this about a ring?
It's a very beautiful poem, describes some tranquilities.
Good Job.