A rolling slope of green grass....A shade of the tree near by....a lone tree yet filled with amazing beauty around. I sit...I sit with my legs crouched...my hands around it...my head on it...I lift my head up...and the sky is blue...a clear sky...few clouds.. i see under the hillock...a village...houses...streets...kids...lamps...roofs...anda same constant color all through the place... i sit there withtthe breeze so still....all i can hear is the slight rustling of the leaves....the passage of the clouds...if they ever made any noise... i rest my head on my hands....and look down...i see people....i see friends...faces...people...walking up the hill....they walk...they walk to me...walk beside me...away from me...they look at me and they smile... i look back and i have nothing to say....i just look...at each oone of them as they make their way up the hill... When i then turn my eyes to down the hill...I see them all...I see my family...for they are there...they are standing right ther...