For the cold heartedThis is a simple story, that I am describing to you right now.It's too complicated to describe a simple story which turns outto be a complicated story, because the story really is simple.So this is the story that became complicated. This is thebeginning that finished with an end. This is when everythingseemed easy, this is when everything became difficult. Thisis when we are young, this when we are old, this is when weare gone. This is life.
The cinematic sound of a treeThe cinematic sound of a treeThe branches sway with an 'eary' cold breeze.'Swissh. Swisshhh. Swissshhhhhh'The leaves on the tree remain brittle.'Crackle. Crackle. Crackle'The tree's century year old hollow spine aches and creaks near to twilight.'Eaeeeerrrrrrrrhhhh.'The thirsty roots drink the fresh water from the moist soil.'Slurp. Slurp. Slurp'When it's time for the trees to see the warm glow of the sun. The branches rise up closer to the sky for energy.'Sischhhh. Sischhhh. Sischhh.'The same happens night after night and day after day.The end.