To , with Love and now Hayley

[Guest guest]

Last night, Tim found in bed last night chatting away. Tim asked him

who he was talking to and he said Hayley. He then asked Hayley where she was

and he pointed to his ceiling. Now flash back to 's high school years

when she wrote this poem:

Angels fly out of his wings

He is beautiful in God's Eye

After all, he is God's gift

From abvove he is protected

It is known that he sees his angels

AFter all, he needs to talk to someone

He sits by the trees

Carrying on a conversation with each branch

After all, he is the entertainment of the world

He walks the streets

Laughs are heard all around

After all, God gave him special features

He does not recognize people's harsh treatment

They laugh; he laughs along with them

After all, he is unable to tell the difference

All things are alive to him

Agnels are found in everything

After all, he does see them

They are there;

Watching him;

Entertaining him;

Keeping him away from the harsh world

After all, he is God's special gift.

Written by Casten (now Beuchert)