It's Autumn, where trees in many parts of the world shed their leaves in preparation for the long, dark winter.
Nearer to home however, a solitary tree offers its shed branches to the men and women of The Temple to "sow" their O Level wishes, hopeful that they will bear fruit in January.
You have your future
And you hold it in our hands
Don't let it slip through your fingers
Like little grains of sand ...
(inspired by lyrics from some obscure dance track discovered on Youtube )
Do Your Very Best & Good Luck for O Level 2014!