I’m looking outside the glass door in my living room and wondering to myself, what on earth happens to London weather on Sundays! It’s wet and cold outside, winds blowing across in full force and I find some comfort looking at these beautiful lines that delve in my sms-es these days…
Rise and shine
It is a day so beautiful and pristine
Meet your friends, have wine and dine
Do all the things that make you feel bright and fine.
The old tree stands tall,
looking at the new age of fall.
He never forgets even being old,
but the new twig is alone and must be bold,
remembering she’ll never be left in the cold.