Where is the spring of my youth Colourful lady birds spreading their wings Taking first flight Tadpoles sprouting legs Soon to become tiny frogs Purple violets half hidden
The End of Paradise Hello! Am glad you joined us Paradise is soon to be no more Crock is selling up the place Soon will close the doors He says it’s time to pack it in
A seemingly somnolent sun seems unable to burn off the morning mist leaving the afternoon looking listless while cool brisk breezes reminds us winter has not yet waned.
