An Angel At Work

A story to be told.

As the mystery unfolds.

Miracles under the endless sky,

About a timeline of a passerby.

 

A beautiful person with a heart of gold,

Swift pace with words so bold.

Simple and free of conceit,

Like her, one doesn’t often meet.

 

Every person, she feels,

The wounded heart, she heals.

What she sees a flower to me a weed,

Joy of sharing, is her deed.

 

The window of her soul is open to light,

The guiding force makes her bright.

Her belief, sets the captive of thoughts free,

Born with a purpose of the divine entity.

 

She is our Principal.

And less of a chief and more of a pal.

She knows you by your name,

Diana, you’re the lucky dame.

 

When she addresses the multitude,

The words like dewdrops glitter with fortitude.

Goosebumps, to her convictions,

Your elegance, when she moves.