I spy a little angel running barefoot in the sun
her wings are gently ruffled by the breeze,
she looks the perfect picture as her day has just begun
her beauty is a sight that’s sure to please.
Like pretty coloured butterflies she flits from bloom to bloom
admiring all that nature has to give,
she longs to pick some flowers that will brighten Mummy’s room
but she knows that in the garden’s where they live.
To see this pretty person radiate her love so bright
is all the colour anyone could need,
running up the garden path, a perfect tiny sight
the smile inside her heart grows like a seed.
In the evening when she’s tired and tucked up in her bed
those tiny angel wings are laid nearby,
childhood dreams and wishes fill her sleepy little head
and with all the other angels she can fly.
Silver trophy winner
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