Golden Glade A Rose By Any Other Name

Aspen watched as the little blob moved feeling the vibrations of her voice and Aspen smiled warmly. Seems the russet girl liked the sound of the silver mothers voice. She thought for a moment before words flowed of her tongue like poetry.

"Fear not my precious girl,
 For the angels are watching over you,
 Let your eyes shine bright like pearls,
 And as clear as the sky is blue,
 Fear not my precious girl,
 For the angels are watching over you."

She hummed quietly liking the words and repeating the poem several times softly in an attempt to coax the girl back into the land of sleep. She looked up at the sky as she said the last one praying the words to be true and to let the girl be free of nightmares for the rest of the night.