The lake : she went to it after a long while… places we build with Love will wither in sorrow. They will shrivel and die and when you return they will mirror the sorrows you sowed before you left. Living in the richness of ones imagination or envisions is both beautiful and cruel at the same given time. She longed to return to the moments that had captured her being. Made her dance and fly and the lakes water had caressed her yearnings. The tree had supported her aching body and nourished her parched soul. She had walked with someone there. Someone just like her. But now she was alone as she returned to the lake. The water had receded when it found her there. The trees backed off too. When one has taken so much sustenance from a place it is cruel to not return in like. It is only,then,kind to kill it..