The sky was pink and your heart was gold. And a silver line of lovers jewels drew the line in the centre of gravity. You, me, and a jungle book tale. Lets dance around flowers and make honey with the bees. Climb stalks and mountains, and howl to the moon. Lets swing from the arches and cradles above, then we’ll tip toe across stars and fly amongst comets. I’ll blow you a wish made from moon dust, and we’ll make love in the solace of gleaming craters.

Somewhere in this world you'll find someplace to be and someone to be with. But till that gift arrives at your door you're expected to go through a series of obstacles. You might fall but you will get up. You might hurt yourself but time will heal the wounds you have. Afterall, there's no free gifts in the world. And the more obstacles you have, the more you will learn to appreciate the gifts you have, and the little gifts you never knew you had. Enjoy life, its yours.