The pine trees rustled in the dark, gloomy, rain forest. The yellow, red, brown and gold-coloured leaves fluttered by like butterflies roaming about amongst the dying flowers that used to rule the boring landscape of trees, rocks, grass, and mud. Oaks whispered to each other, spreading the message that fall as come and winter was next. Their branches shook branches as the trees seem to edge together for comfort as the heat wave of summer got ready to leave and coldness settled in, looking down upon the shrivelled trees and wandering leaves as it slowly stirred the dreadful storm that occures every, long, frightening year, but the worst was still to come some weeks later.