The cold barrels in, starting the birds resting on the tree branches.

Causing them to flutter their wings and take flight in the darkened gray sky.

Sprinkles of water drifts from above, falling helplessly to the ground, creating shallow puddles to form.

A force pushes the water aside, making it go every where.

The boot moves on, with another following.

The man keeps going, disrupting more of natures home.

Broken branches fall to the ground where he is looking for what we don't know.

From the broken branch, the tree slowly contains a disease that silently kills it from the inside out.

He walks on.

Rustling leaves as he goes.

The forest is dead silent beside the crumbling of leaves under the mans hiking boots.

He stops.

Tilts his head to the right, just a hair.

If you listen closely you can hear in the distance, a low humming.

He quietly moves towards the sound.

Staying stealthy, not making a sound.

The closer he gets, the louder the humming is.

He halts behind a rather large bush.

He pears around the corner seeing a little girl sitting up against a tree, holding a small bundle in her arms.

Humming to it, gently rocking it back and forth.

He stares for what seems like an eternity.

He moves forwards, toward the little girl.

She hears a noise and looks up, halting her humming and rocking.

Her eyes go wide before tears pool in.

A small cry leaves her lips before she launches herself into his arms.

~Angel