It is our misfortune that for most of us that clear-eyed vision, that true instinct for what is beautiful and awe-inspiring, is dimmed and even lost before we reach adulthood.
Rachel Carson
Lets try to see the world through the eyes of a child...
Angel on your shoulder, I am not very big, in fact, I am quite small. I sit on your shoulder, and hear when you call. I go everywhere with you though you can't see me. I am with you always, even in your dreams. I share your laughter, dry your tears when you cry. Every day I'm so proud cause, I see how hard you try. I don't have a name, and I'll never grow older, but, for as long as you live I'll be your little Angel on your shoulder. Poem taken from my childrens book "Angel on My Shoulder"
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