She was standing near the tree, her white dress waving in the wind. She was looking at the horizon as though into another dimension, her hands griping tightly at the rope, she looked back at the tree, as if suddenly awaken from a dream. She looked at bareness, the hollowness, the loneliness of the tree. She flashed back to the time when she used to sit near this fully covered tree and read books, and escape into the world of fantasy, as she walked down her memory lane, she remembered of how many times this tree had been there for her when no human was, how many times this tree has seen her darkness and shaded her, had seen her cuts and given her air to breath between her cries. With a little smile on her face she placed her hand on the trees bark and took a deep, slow, painless breath and let go of the rope, for a moment all was quite still, only the shaking of the trees branch broke the silence, only the twitching of the girls leg broke the stillness and then all was quite.As the girl swung back and forth, her head tilted downwards, her dress flowing in the wind. The birds began to look for their nests, the sun began to set, darkness began to rise, the moon began to howl and the world began to turn as it always does. As ones life had ended yet ones had just begun.
        -Am.B