The Faulting Angel flew in today.
"What important thing have you done,"
He said, "To make the world better
Than it was?" I thought about my day.
"I shoveled my walk clear of snow,"
I said, "And then I wrote a poem."
The Faulting Angel fluttered her wings,
"You think that's the most important
Thing the world needs now?" it roared.
I closed my eyes and whispered softly,
"No, it's only the most important thing
I could do today." There came a sound
windywild. When I opened my eyes,
The Faulting Angel had fled away.