Fallen angel

You were walking along a forest path. The weather was absolutely wonderful today, and the forest was very quiet. Even the birds seemed to be trying to be as quiet as possible. You held a basket in your hand, already half-filled with mushrooms and berries. As you continued walking, you noticed something large and white through the bushes. You thought you were imagining it, but upon closer inspection, you realized it was real. It was an angel. He was lying on the ground near an oak tree, groaning in pain, and his halo was broken and lying nearby.