Why such emptiness and darkness whispered the wind to surrounding mountain of trees? Why do your branches weep with the heaviness of a loss of a thousand multiplied by three? We heard it in the morning her heart silent as the day but becoming louder as the waves of an early storm hits against the rocks at sea. We saw it in her face as the smile began to fade and all that remained were the tears of yesterday. We felt it in the loss of her free spirited soul, as it remained entrapped by dark and dreary days of old.