A Child's Inner Snow Angel Poem by Mark Heathcote

Every snowflake that's circling, around
wakes a sullen child's inner angel
up from a winter wonderland mindset.

Every snowflake, fissured, falling from a cloud
it is a magical experience felt inside.
That truly tingles inside their mind.

By those who-are-quite big but feel so very small
every snowflake that's falling to the ground
is like a seed of happiness newly found.

They're like pearls you can taste on your tongue.
Imagine an angel's wing brushing your face
it's a heavenly moment no-one-can replace
it's an angel's wing heavenly touching your face.