When I picture you, I see you standing atop a mountain. When I picture us, I see us walking through the meadow. Oh, I'd hate to leave you. The stain glass window of the balcony door beckoned me to go outside. And face the cold of the winter with everything I had. But I refused it's offer and had brunch with the guests instead.
"So much needs to be done," he said. "Something isn't right with this land.
The way the trees reach to the sky needs to stop, cut them down!"
And with that he watched all the animals weep.
