Those autumn leaves, crispy and crunchy, Bedded on the cold ground, surrounding the town, In a splash of colour on that sunny day at Anzac Park.
Memories of cherished celebrations lie around those autumn trees, Trees carefully laid out for quieting the souls of young and old. Those autumn leaves mark…..
Change!!! Some dread it! Some love it! Either way, change happens. We embrace change or we shy away from it. The clock keeps ticking and nobody can stop those invisible hands from moving.
It’s the angle we view change from which makes all the difference. A foetus has to reach developmental milestones until it…..