Here is ur docent..

 

The remnants..

They buy it on the cost of their sweat. They take pleasure drinking them. They throw them away when they get empty.. But what remain is the empty bottle all alone.. just like the broken hearts once used and then thrown away..

....alone on the top

Blown by the wind..

 

They are beautiful in their peace,
they are wise in their silence.
They will stand after we are dust.
They teach us, and we tend them.

(The pic was taken just aftr it stopped showering..)