the statue of the angel stands tall with it's head up
bright white marble and carved with perfect detail
the world grows around it, things change the statue doesn't move
the years go by the statue ages, mold grows and it weathers
ignored for years weeds grow up and surround the statue
the angel cannot be seen and it cannot see the outside
time goes by the detail begins to fade
the bright white marble is now dark, dirty
discovered by accident, the weeds begin to be cleared
as the weeds disappear, the statue starts to see the world again
the angel takes one final look at what the world has become around her
she lowers her head, closes her eyes, and prays
the statue of the angel begins to cry silent tears
never to be heard but can be seen in everyone