Imagine yourself all alone with no one to talk to. Not because you won't, but because you can't. The sun rises, and the sun sets. Everything around you is changing, but you stay the same. The angry tree seems as if he has always been angry. The kind of anger that is so angry that no one dare come near him. We all have our heroes that we hope come to save us, but in this life, we sometimes can end up finding comfort where we least expect it. The biggest question the angry tree can ask...
