A candid tea party under the trees,
was shaded by the beautiful leaves above.
These guardian angels dangled from their perches
longing to be with the voices below.
and bloomed with loving affection,
while the children played beneath their branches-
basking under their shadows.
Although these angels tried their best,
it seemed they could never provide enough shade
to keep the children cool amidst the heat.
The small voices cried,
of the sun’s hot breath traipsing upon them-
And the sunburns that soon followed.
Together the little children stared at the clouds,
Begging for the relief of snow.
It seems they were completely unaware
Of their dedicated guardian angels
Who, so the children might have a sliver of a safe haven
They tirelessly bore the sun’s burden.
The angels tried to outstretch themselves
And mold themselves to make more shade
However, the harder they tried to keep the children happy
The more complaints they began to hear.
Eventually, the angels drooped from the despair they were hearing,
And decided they only had one thing left to do-
They called upon the cold winter wind
And, at the cost of their very own lives,
gave the children what they so desperately wished for.
The sweet, little angels happily fell from the sky-
A true martyr to the youthful desire.
However, the single greatest sacrifice was utterly overlooked
And the children began to complain of the cold
Yet now the trees are barren,
and there is no one left to save them.
//be weary of the manifestation of wishes//