There is this place that i know. Its an open field, nothing else to be seen or heard but the silence that fills the empty air. In this field theres is a small rise, call it a hill if you may. On this hill stands a small yet delicate tree; trying its hardest to fight the barroness of its surroundings. A single ray of sunlight breaks through the clouds upon this tree. All it can do, is be singled out and grateful. The first rain drop falls from the clouds hitting the ground beside it hard; missing every single one of its insignificant leaves. This little tree can only feel sad and sorry for itself and its stands alone.