I like the artistic rendition of this picture. It is well thought out and not just snapped. The colour palette is fresh and springy and it presents as a very happy photograph. I would not have minded just a bit more of a nip at the top but that is just me. This would look grand printed on canvas paper and hung up in a dreary corner of a home for it would cheer up the grumpiest of grumps

My dear, why hast thou left us high and dry?

A Red, Red Rose
BY ROBERT BURNS
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.

So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.