Angel in the Garden

by Sophia Potter

Deep within the winding sea

The gentlefolk doth talk to me


High above, in worlds so near

The clouds come forth 

And hold me dear


Up above the world so high, 

The stars they sing and swing, 

And die 


Down below, in worlds so low 

The Earth she laughs and hums 

And grows 


And in the place, where feet stand

I cry and cry because I can.