Busy Angels Poem by Alison Gaff

Angles are always busy
Be it by day or night,
They clean and polish every star,
That's why they shine so bright.

Then they hang the moon up high
And adjust the dimmer switch
They slowly change the phases
It always goes without a hitch.

Then when dawn approaches
They start to paint a streaky sky.
And everyone is different,
You couldn't do it, even if you try.

They also organise the clouds
And think that fluffy white ones are the best.
I wonder when their work is done,
Do they take a rest.

Now they are making noisy thunder
And help the lightening flash
Then they stop and listen
To adjust the volume of the crash.

They sometimes send us angry clouds,
That bring in the rain.
Then they paint a rainbow,
So please do not complain