High above the clouds she flies,
Ariel with her wings of gold,
Cries as she sees what has become,
Of adonai’s creation
A creature of pure light,
No mortal eyes can truly see,
She moves from one to another,
Whispers the healing of the earth
But where she goes,
The trees stand taller,
The grasses wave softly,
And the wind blows with unexpected warmth
The lion of god,
In ceaseless flight,
Bringing the message,
Before it is too late, listen
My Gifted Life 