Angel Babies, ths was sent to me. / Bev Bax Sands
Angel Babies. Over the rainbow, way up high,
past fluffy white clouds the angel babies fly.
With the sun's golden rays shining bright overhead,
tumble and bumble they bounce out of bed.
Good morning, sun! The day has begun!
With delicate wings and sweet little faces,
they dance and they play and they race flying races.
Then, swooping and looping down through a cloud,
or sliding and riding and singing out loud,
wiggle and giggle some fast and some slow,
the angel babies fly to the earth down below.
Not everyone knows this, but truly it's true --
little angel babies have big jobs to do!
In gardens and meadows, they coax forth the flowers
with sunlight and love and gentle rain showers.
In fields and forests they spread soft white wings,
sharing kindness and joy with all living things.
Small animal babies in quiet green places
rejoice in warm smiles from sweet angel faces.
In backyards and baskets, on fireside rugs,
small creatures are cuddles in soft angel hugs.
Soon evening is bright with red-orange light,
and day slowly fades to make way for the night.
As good little children curl up in their beds,
the angels bring sweet dreams to young sleepyheads.
Then the sound of a horn only angels can hear
calls out to them all -- here and there, far and near.
It beckons them back from wherever they roam:
Work is done for the day! Now it's time to go home.
Blinking and winking, bright stars in the sky
twinkle and shine as the angels fly by -- so softly singing a sweet lullaby.
Yawning and stretching, they climb in their beds.
Cloud blankets warm bodies, cloud pillows rest heads.
Snuggled in tight with the moon shining bright
sleep tight, sweet dreams, good night. Good night, angel babies.
Good Night.
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