So Quaint.

Listen to the angels in the night. As they sing, through our surroundings, nature and life. Shadowing over us in times of pain and strife. To be our guide, our light. We can't see them with our sights. But, just look at the stars, bright. They surround. They've always been around. Deep in our hearts, hear their sound. Hear the wind chimes, ringing soft, and light. Hear the frogs and crickets chirping with delight. Hear the church bell, in the distance. Somewhere, at two am, in the night. So quaint, and harmonic, like...