My Angel

I am talking about a girl child.
She is an invisible owl swooping around at night,
trying to talk to us but we can't hear her.
She is like a big rose in my head,
standing tall in the air being blown by the wind.
She is like a little angel singing in my heart.
She follows me and even though I can't see her —
I know she is there.
When I am alone she comes by and hugs me
and even though I can't see her —
I know she is there.
When I am sad she comes looking for me.
She can feel my sadness
as she is apart of me.