An old tree stands alone on a hill, forsaken and abandoned, he slowly dies, as he watches the world’s ages fall into a ghyll, he sets his heart to where the sea-nymph cries. In mimicry of the sea-nymph’s tears, he sends his roots cascading down the hills like a waterfall of knowledge collected through the years. What a sight to see! The spirit with sadness it fills. – S. Valentine
