a poem

So I have a lot to write about and I need to get to that, but for now I wanted to post this poem that a third grader in the school I'm working at wrote. He's not in either of my classes, but he's in one of my afterschool clubs. He's a really rambunctious crazy loud kid, and when I saw this poem he had written I was surprised because it is so tranquil and beautiful. here it is:

The Angels by Erik

When it snows,
I think the angels feathers are
falling
off
the
sky.

When the snow melts,
the feathers go back
to heaven.
The feathers of the angels,
grow back.
All the angels are happy again.