A poem as lovely as a tree: "As the night wind blows, the boughs move to and fro.The Log Lady - Twin Peaks s02e07.
The rustling, the magic rustling that brings on the dark dream.
The dream of suffering and pain.
Pain for the victim, pain for the inflictor of pain.
A circle of pain, a circle of suffering.
Woe to the ones who behold the pale horse."