Angel

He stands alone,
Wears a blazing white gown,
Lush grass to his ground,
And a silver sky above.
He stands alone,
On whom the orange sun,
Passes through the pink clouds,
Let me feel the magical winds around,
A heavenly spell bound.
He stands alone,
Whose hair had danced with the wind,
Whose lips had kissed a smile,
I look at him for a while...
He stands alone,
Anticipating me in his spread arms,
He whom I call my source,
An angel from the heaven's abode...