I once knew a sad boy who had no one to listen to him. All he ever wanted was for someone to listen to his stories, but no one stayed for more than a minute. He would go here and there but everyone turned away from him. So he spoke to the trees instead and every time he began his story, the wind came and blew his voice away. In time, the boy had only his own ears to listen to his stories and as time went by, his story became sadder. They were once full of life and hope but now it is full of sorrow and death.