Gold was burning in the children's eyes.
They played in the willow field with happiness painted on their lips.
A soft giggling fell from the brothers smile as he ran after his little sisters.
His younger sisters laughed and screamed in joy when their brother was about to catch them in their little game of tag.
The willow was golden and were weeping in the light wind the nature gave.
The sun shone bright and made the willow glitter.
The three of them ran through that golden ocean and once their brother caught them they drown in it.
Laying in the willow the brother giggles with full brightness in his smile.
His younger sisters were siting on top of him and started tickling him.
His happiness grew and grew as they filled him with delight.
One of the little girls stroked him softly through this hair, as the other child laid down on his chest and buried her head in the nape of her brothers neck.
He snuggles his head close to her and presses his other sister also down on his chest as he sweetly gave a pat on both their backs.
The younger sisters were giggling and whispered kindly:
"We love you."
When the brother was to return those words, he found his hands to be empty.
His eyes widen in horror as he noticed his sisters were gone.
For a few seconds he remained in his position.
The brothers arms were lying wide open on both sides of his body and his face was pale as a sheet.
The warmth of his sisters disappeared and their lovely voices became silent.
The brother had dark cycles under his eyes as he noticed that the willow was wilting.
The wonderful gold lost its color and it became a brownish mess of rotten life.
Now the boy was lying in nothing more then corpses of once so beautiful lives.
When he squinted his eyes he noticed that the sun which gave such warm light has disappeared too.
He rolled his eyes to the side without moving his head and watched a big tree who had been standing in the golden willow field.
When they played in the willow the tree had a beautiful shape of pink on it's boughs.
The cherry blossoms were falling like light rain to the ground and the pleasant wind carried them all over the willow field which was now a cemetery.
The tree was dead.
His boughs where completely empty and he looked hollow.
Just if life was blown out by the wind.
It looked creepy and the brother got chills.
The boys skin felt cold and the light wind became freezing and unpleasant for his small body.
As he looked up into the sky again he saw something coming down at him.
Slowly.
It was tiny and white.
It hit the now only child's forehead.
Staying there for a little bit then disappearing just as his sisters did.
Something was not right.
Something felt so wrong in him.
He felt sick, he wanted to throw up.
It was so cold, he was freezing and his whole body was hurting.
The child's eyes where burning and hot and salty water was running down his cheeks.
Those tears were so hot, the boy thought that they might rip his skin open.
Yet, they were the only thing that gave warmth to him.
He began to fit in the scenario.
His body were looking like a corps, so pale, so cold and so hopeless.
The boy didn't want to accept it.
But what could he do?
It was like trying to live another's life.
Reality!
This was *his* life and he could not change that.
More and more little white objects fell on his powerless, cold body.
Even if the snowflakes were looking so innocent and pretty as they dance down onto the world, they were stealing the last warmth of the boys body.
