A death occurred that morning
that'll never be forgotten in our time;
     one who knew what it was to have,
and also to have not.
But don't worry Papa,
your sun will rise again;
and when I think of you
I remember that the hills are still green,
and then I cross that river
that leads me back to the trees,
on a very special island in the stream.

Negative thoughts are
making a huge depression
on my mattress,
as I lie here
thinking...

So many things are
wrong in my life
it's ridiculous
to even
think about them.

But as usual,
my mind is
munching away.

And while these thoughts
are yet ballooning,
I happen to notice
the birds...

Songbirds,
right outside
my window.

I wonder
how long
they've been there...

Rude of me
not to have
noticed them
before.

I begin to
lighten up a little.

I guess things could be a bit worse.

They acknowledge this,
suddenly flying off...

on their way
to the next client.