Descriptive Poem:     
“As I approach the Grotto’s gleam,
Angelic sculptures softly beam,
Their wings alight, they soar on high,
Guiding us to where the light doth lie.
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In caverns old, with columns aglow,
The angels’ grace and beauty show,
In perfect peace they seem to be,
As if to guard this sacred Tree.
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Their radiance doth fill the air,
Dispelling all our doubts and fears,
And in this sacred, holy place,
We find serenity and grace.”