The Midst above the Puddles

The midst above the puddles seem like angels standing by ,
Watching the with gentle, thoughtful and the most diligent of eyes.
The reflection of the sky in the puddles, seem like pieces that have fallen down to earth,
Fragments of blue and light, colours of the the most worth
But when you step in the puddles those pieces are broken away.
The fragile glimpses of heaven- no longer here to stay.

So please don't step in the puddles, for as perfect as they are,
They can be broken, rapidly torn and their reflection distant and far.

I will not step in the puddles.
I will not damage what has been made; by the dew from the storehouses of heaven
The sky on earth is saved.

By Lakechia Jeanne ©