Someday my life will come to an end. Just like it happens with nature around me. I am planted, I grow up, I unfold myself and I die. During my life I enjoy the daily little things, but at the same time I can also be very melancholic. On my very last day I will break like a branch and fall on the ground. I hereby fall into nothing. The future will show when the silencing will take place, during a light morning breeze or during the evening dusk. I can live with this. My threatening farewell.