Only some, very few are left here.... the lights of hope are now flickering... They seem to be separated from the wind or fighting with it. now only the leftovers , the husk, the scatterd bread crumbs are left to feed the little ones, the birds from the branches, their ashes too very soon scatterd here and the last symbol of hope Or resistant the only Standing tree the poor one the solemn one the devasted, the bird, the holy ones , the hope and we the mortals.. and we the mortals. By:- bezubaan_bezarbaak