I sway back and forth as cold wind whips my face. My limbs are nearly ripped off by the pull from all angles. I try to stand as my last supports begin to lose in the battle of strength. My friends try to support as I begin to fall. My live flashes as the ground grows closer.  The rain feels like bullets as the hit. I hit the ground with huge thud. The place goes silent. Even the coyotes have stopped there never ending howl. Then as fast as it ended it started up again. The wind like knives being thrown. I lie there motionless slowly dying, wishing for someone to help. Deep down I know that no is coming. So the saying is true when a tree falls in the forest no one can hear it.