"Every step I take, leaves crunch up underneath my heel...I walk around, trying to find a good place to sit. I spot and old, shriveled tree. I come here to relax when the Earth makes me sad. 'Crunch crunch crunch' the leaves go when I step. Makes me feel empowered in some way. I sit under the tree, getting into a good, comfortable position. I prop my guitar up on my knee and forget the rest. I allow my feelings to be expressed with my hand through the medium of guitar."
You hear a sad song played in the wind...