Bella Blue

There was a little angel, her name was Bella Blue, She wasn’t always perfect, for she knew not what to do. She couldn’t fly, she couldn’t sing, no-one knew just why. There she sat all day long, on a cloud up in the sky. Her mummy and her daddy told her everything was fine, That one day she would learn to fly, she only needed time. But there she sat, all alone, crying very loud, All she wanted was to fly, to make her mummy proud. So, one day after breakfast, she tried to fly again, But Bella hadn’t noticed, it had just begun to rain. What happened next was very strange, she soon began to fly, Her wings had never worked before, for they were far too dry. She flapped her wings and flew so high, way above the cloud. Now she was a happy angel, she sang her songs so loud. She flew for hours and hours but suddenly forgot, Her wings would dry up very soon, the sun was far too hot. Poor Bella had a problem, for she could only fly, If it rained enough to wet her wings, so she gave a great big sigh. The angels got together to help poor Bella out, They just needed a big watering can, with one gigantic spout. The angels used the watering can to wet her wings each day And once she’d had her breakfast she could then go out to play. So, if you see an angel, singing loudly just for you, Then give a wave, you never know, it might be Bella Blue. **written for my beautiful Granddaughter Bella aged 5.