hear that , crashing in the old wood, trees fall and                          die.

seems time stands still, nothing moves .                                happening.

older times are done,                        quiet now, seamlessly it will start

again.

one word, one sound, then blindly we will crash  into the wild woods

again.

i met a man who did not know,  had just arrived.

we may learn in time.



again.

sbm.