The flames lick the wood, yet it does not catch fire
A drop of water occasionally falls from the leaves above, still wet from yesterday's rain.

Headphones cover the ears of a girl who is tired of listening

The hammock slowly rocks back and forth, it's motion so slight one hardly notices

The music blares on as her anger slowly diminishes while tears fall

Smoke floats by on a zephyr.

The embers gradually cool and the pulsing glow disappears into black ash