Spring delayed this year, because Winter loves The Blues.

The River only reflects The Blues, because it is all wet.

The Windmill stands like the Tin Man, and heartlessly defies The Blues. 

Cranes fly off into the wild blues yonder, and no one questions why.

Read the writing on The Wall of Blues, folks.

Stay in line and you’ll be fine. Why?

Because, Green said so.

Uncle Tree

♥