Views from a Wembley Window!


A bright Summer morning,

In the early morning I am still yawning,

From my window I see the squirrels bounce from tree to tree,

The wily Mr Fox runs in the distance along the underground track totally free.

The skies are blue,

Tinged with pink and white clouds, a beautiful hue.

Butterflies all around,

Birds singing in harmony an incredible lovely sound.

Flowers bloom before my eyes,

The robin so gracefully and majestically flies.