The Child Who Still Cries
Nothing else had such a way of making the child lose herself than a sunset.
Whence she was younger, it was the feeling of a day well done. Now in the twilight of her years, the failing light whispered a number. It was the number of how many more of these she would see in her life. The exact number she knew not- only that there was one.
And the sunset reflected within the child's eyes.
And her eyes rained...
Behind these scenes Time-Lapse Illustrating "The Child Who Still Cries". And the immortal music of William Close and his Amazing Earth Harp {which he invented by the way}.
Solomon Landerman