If you asked the wind when he laughed the most, would he tell it was when he tickled through the trees' new Spring leaves? And if you asked the trees when they were the most satisfied, would they tell you it was when they were inebriated with the waters of the earth during the hot Summer months? And would the waters of the earth tell you they were the most sad when the trees cried their leafy tears to the earth as Fall progressed? And would the earth be at her coziest protected from the bitter wind by a blanket of snow in the midst of Winter? I do not know. I do not know. I do not know.