Stars that twinkle in the sky, a candle flame that glows.
Reflecting from our hearts and entering other souls.

Spreading the warmth that from inside us grows
soft and shining like the new fallen snow.

Bright and shining like the star that called the wisemen long ago.
The angels that smile and watch us grow.

And once a year on a very special day All the angels are let out to play.
And if you sit very still my Kaiti dear and listen with your heart.
Your eyes will see the movement of YOUR angel up on top 
and hear the sound of angel wings as the others gather round.

For on this day around each tree woven through each branch..
an angel sits and waits to sing a song of happiness.
And if you listen with your heart the words
will drift through your mind filling you with
all the peace and love you need.
That is.......until next time.

Cynann 1997

For Kaitlin Elizabeth
May you always hear the angels sing.