Falling Angel

It was an

early misty morning

when Lily crashed

into a Birch

tree – such hard wood

& she lay quietly

on the ground. Forest

creatures gathered

around.

Squeaking - growling &

sweet songs came

from throats of mice

bears & sparrows

as they scurried about.

Suddenly Lily

the Angel sat up

& smiledl. I came to meet

a helpful group of

neighbours & friends

she said-

someone like you;

& for the next

few hours they danced

laughed - sang

even climbed trees.