The swaying of the branches the crunch of the fallen leaves is what you hear by the big willow tree.
You see the birds making a nest made of twigs and fallen feathers. The chirping they make like there talking saying instructions to one an other like "move the twig over there" or "don't put that feather there"
At night fall when the sun moves from high in the sky to lower by the horizon making the willow tree cast a some what scary shadow on the crunchy leaf covered ground.
When dawn comes again like clock work there's an unusual sound one that the willow tree hasn't heard in his hundred years of standing.
The sound was one of a chainsaw.
At night fall that day there was no more big willow tree with the sound of the swaying branches or the crunch of leaves.
Only leaving a big stump in memory of the big willow tree.
