Her name is Sapling, a tree with calm and quiet chirpy personality She lives her life the way it is.
When one a day comes, Zephyr, the wind, suddenly caress her soul moderately Sapling can do nothing Nothing, to stop it from coming and devouring itself.
Why can't Sapling do anything?
A choice to fight over oblivious Zephyr from hurting her, from how Zephyr slaps her leaves and sometimes even letting it fall to the ground like an ordinary *******, from how Zephyr swung Sapling's stems, making it dance like it had just agreed to but it never did.
Sapling stays calm in every idyllic second of her life but that was before Zephyr came, now, she was fuming for Zephyr had caused great downfall to Sapling's life Every little thing Zephyr had done to her meant a lot to her.
Yet, there is only one thing Sapling had not known: Zephyr had no choice either.