Angels are!

Not the common winged beings clad in gleaming white,
But the apparently normal Lads in amusing sites,
Dancing, hovering in the hives of activity,
Striving to manifest the existing ,but clouded Beauty.

We don't believe in that, we don't know!
Maybe it's because we don't need that, then we won't grow!
And get the wonders that Heaven is more than eager to show.

There isn't anything too good to be true,
For Harmony and Happiness are True.

By adroit steering of our attention we can glow,
And make any sham shine blow.

Beauty is fabled to be in the eye of the beholder, then by
Active right thinking, we might be able to see it plenty.

Once again, we reap what we sow!