©Seth F.Weaver,Sr. 11/20/07. A Compullage.™ Whenever a stately old tree falls in the forest, no matter if it’s cut down by lightning, wind, or man. The wee-folk who took shelter in it’s limbs and roots will come out to mourn their lost. Here a mighty oak has fallen blocking a forest trail. As the twilight begins the wee-folk gather for their sad good-bye to a fallen giant. If you’re ever out at this time you probably won’t see them but you can feel their presence as they move like the breeze through the trees and shrubs.