In the darkness of sorrow a lonely forgotten man weeps.
Heavy tears leaving the corner of his eye as he buries his face in cold empty hands.
Hands that had one day been filled with love and warmth, as he had held the pride of his life.
A little baby girl.
Flashes of memories as the last wizened leave on an old hollow oak gives in and falls.
In a spiral it falls, slowly. Inching closer to the end, a wind gusts last embrace sings its goodbye.