I don’t know,

I don’t know,

I don’t know,

but

they touched down the Earth,

too early.

Too early they broke the narrow

wall to knowledge.

Even it was waiting,

not mature, yet.

Time and creation

never questioned them.

Some of us remember.

Angels were floating across the sky,

everyone could see it.

A few angels smiled,

If they knew, something

about us and our future.

I saw angels who cried,

too.

Why?