Nature and its throne

" Angel's love for mortal "

During a prayer
She cried her heart out to the heavens
Prayed for an Angel
To come heal her sorrow

When he heard her voice
He send an army of horses
To stomp down the evil
That was all around her

When he opened her heart
She saw the city of Angels
Where they all came from

Walking the streets she found
the one who redeemed her
Siting alone in dark shadow
Under the tree of life spiritless

It brought her great sadness
She walked up to him with a question

" I know your job is to heal the heart of a mortal"

" But I want to know what your heart aches for "

a reply to: Layein

My throne is with the grass we walk, the air we breath, the rain we feel.. You are given a comfort I will never provide.. My heart is with nature not with mankind, with humanity and not with human-nature.

Thank you I much enjoyed exchanging poems

Goodbye