The Guardians

They are flying,

high up in the air.

Soaring above the clouds,

knowing where to go.

Sparkles all over,

shining so brightly.

Their wings are big and white,

like a dove on a lake.

There are many of them,

too many to count.

with different personalities,

no matter where they are going.

Everywhere they go,

there is something new to see.

Always making new friends,

with their magical powers.

High above the clouds,

they are there.

Author's Note

Any grammar or suggestion upon improving would be greatly appreciated.