Winter chill, the weather is cold
I'm bundled up warm against its hold
scarf all about
collar up and so is the hood.

But what of the trees who stand so tall
there for us full of blooming until fall

How do they feel with their leaves stripped bare
Do they feel the cold? Do they even care?

And what of the birds, their nests now exposed
New shelter do they seek to hide from the cold?

But yet they still sing to our human delight
But what are they saying are they having a fight?

And the sky up above, bluer it seems;
than on a day, in summer or spring

The air sharp as it enters my lungs
but I know I'm alive when my chest it has stung

Clean and fresh as it pinches my face
But, it's a welcome break from my cluttered desk

The first day of snow is such a surprise
Even for those watching people go by

This world fights itself yet there is beauty I see
In all of the nature surrounding me.

From Incheon to Seoul to Gangwon and Busan
These places I've seen on my Instagram.
The food and the markets everything so bright even when day turns into night.
The hustle the bustle the crazy cafe's, restaurants galore so I hear say
But what would I do no spring chicken am I,Och who am I kidding, I'd kick ma heals high.
Across to Jinju I'd like to see says the traveller inside of me
I'll sit on its shores and look out to sea.
I hate seafood so I hope they have chips or I'll have to take tatties
and make them big as ships.
On ma way home I'd like to stop in
Malaysia, Singapore and off-course Vietnam
Further still on my way home I'd fly round the islands surrounding what used to be home
From the outermost Unst to the Dunnet shore