In the country of soil, the caretaker waters the tree. The roots, parched and dry, drink with excitement.
The leaves unfurl.
The caretaker goes to the outskirts of town, past the shops, and down the rocks to a little stream where they fill their canister. Up the rocks and past the shops, to the maple tree once more.
The roots lengthen.
The caretaker goes to the outskirts of town, past the shops, and down the rocks to a little stream where they fill their canister. The river shimmers in the sun. Up the rocks and past the shops, to the maple tree they walk.
The limbs expand.
The caretaker goes to the outskirts of town, past the shops, and down the rocks to a little stream where they fill their canister. A squirrel darts in and out of the bushes. Up the rocks and past the shops, the caretaker walks.
The ground squelches under foot.
The caretaker goes to the outskirts of town, past the shops, and down the rocks to a little stream where they fill their canister. The river shimmers under the stars. Up the rocks and past the shops, to the maple tree once more.
The roots seek sun.
The caretaker goes to the outskirts of town, past the shops, and down the rocks to a little stream where they fill their canister. A raccoon watches from above. Up the rocks and past the shops, the caretaker walks.
The limbs begin to droop.
The caretaker goes to the outskirts of town, past the shops, and down the rocks to a little stream where they fill their canister. The sun shines down upon the fish. Up the rocks and past the shops, to the maple tree they walk.
The leaves loosen, one by one.
The caretaker goes to the outskirts of town, past the shops, and down the rocks to a little stream where they fill their canister. Up the rocks and past the shops, the caretaker walks.
The ground squelches under foot.