in the true light of the morning a day begins and the mist creeps in. The light of the stars has fallen and the grass rises up with the dew. In the birdsong and frogs chorus the night beckons and the moon gleams. An answer is always round the corner, and true meetings are here, fields and horses, bush and gully clouds and wind winners all. Daybreak comes around again.
Personal Angel Poems with angel signatures especially for children of all ages. A gift for them.