Over time, repeatedly sitting under this tree, this was my only favorite place, away from the noise and clamor, amidst tranquility and tranquility, among trees, plants and animals insects and grass, dirt stone, a wonderful view over mountains and snow, plains and valleys.
But one day, I came back to this place and found it empty, what happened, what happened, unfortunately I could not find my tree, I could not find my shadow, they cut it, dropped . As if something was cut off, a great vacuum.
I asked myself how a person aged 30 or 40 could cut a tree, at the age of 600 or 1000 years
