The powerless green leaves already decayed br And the strong unsolicited aloof wind takes them away without their consent. br There is no any other option; unless the skeletal trees have to keep quiet against the mysterious unending force of nature. br br Postscript br * Why did I tear down my glory? Why do you tear down my knowing when I haven't a better house to move into? br br Extract............[ When the music's over (My journey into Schizophrenia) ] br -Ross.David.