There was once a tree. That was taller than a pine. It would have touched the sky. I would swing, on the swings that hung below the bird's nest. And I would watch the momma bird zoom back to the nest. But one night a storm blew in. It swung the glass and shattered the leaves. It blew so hard, it would turn your umbrella turn inside out. I watched out the window as the tree fell down to the ground. The birds fluttered out like glass shattering. I watched as tears trickled down my face. The next day, the tree was taken away i took the empty nest and a small brown seed.