In the early spring morning,

I walk barefoot through

the garden of flowers,
trees full of pink blossoms

are all around me,

the sun's golden glow


surrounds me,

slowly I find myself

looking through

a blanket of white


buttercups,


and see a meadow


of wild flowers,

standing in the meadow

was the most beautiful


little boy,

his smile shot through me,

as I stood there watching

the child opened his wings

and flew away into the



clouds,
a small gasp flows through me,
as I realize that I had just

seen an Angel Child!