T'was just a garden in the rain. Close to a little leafy lane. A touch of color 'neath skies of gray. The raindrops kissed the flowerbeds. The blossoms raised their thirsty heads. A perfumed thank you. They seemed to say. Surely here was charm beyond compare to view. Maybe it was just that I was there with you. T'was just a garden in the rain. But then the sun came out again. And sent us happily on our way.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Working on: no 8 of 240 scripts.
All to be marked by next monday.

Looking forward: the weekend

Daydreaming: Lavender fields of Provence

Screen: NYtimes.com

Listening to: Amber Rubarth
A quirky blend of narratives in songs :)


CHRYSANTHEMUM SONG

I found a little pot, took it in the kitchen, filled it with some dirt, planted a chrysanthemum. And you should’ve seen how it turned my mood to yellow, it turned my mood to yellow in a day. I read about a boy how suffered depression, his parents hung a mirror inside his bedroom. And they made him smile at it three times a day ’til it took his depression away. And it goes to show that there’s a natural way of healing what we’re feeling inside. It goes to show that before we prescribe we should first try a simple smile. So I drive out to the middle of nowhere and I turn little as I stare up at the stars in the sky. And these heavens erase any worries I face if I look up once in a while. And it goes to show that there’s a natural way of healing what we’re feeling inside. It goes to show that before we prescribe we should first try a simple smile. Give it a smile, smile, smile. Just a little smile, smile, smile.

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