The wind blow hard through the trees, some of the last trees that had life in them. A man came into the center of the small glade born by the wind. He landed quietly and laughed out loud. His life was contagious and everything around him seemed to laugh with him. He looked young and there was life in his eyes. Vitality in his step and merriment in his voice. He began to sing and the trees seemed to inline their branches to the sound. Small creatures emerged from their dens and gathered around the strange man. For a moment all of the pain in the world was forgotten and replaced by joy in life. Asher walked around the glade and found a nice tree and nestled himself into a crook to take a nap in the sun. He after all was like the wind, blow hard one moment and vanish at another. Now was time for sleep. A childish smile spread across his face as he entered a pleasant sleep.