_A tree sleeps in the day_

"I feared that someday people will find out that not all trees breathe oxygen at night and that they do read Ruskin Bond in broad moonlight and they listen to the Sufi's sing their melancholy to the fireflies in the dusk." ~Fetch

But the Tree dreamt of it. Of his ancestors in the strong stench of dying herd. Of all that was left of that bird that carnivore itself, burning into the heat of hell. Of dying scrubs and shrooms. In the very vicinity of the sandbox.
Another dying man on the Alps was dying of Cancer thinking his life was filled of enough joy to live a century more. His dog was all he had regret for. Wish he had this last bit of strength to lend him the stick.
Fetch.
The avalanche fell, crashed the maple down deep into the trench where the river

river wood loggers plane kid herd flight fly alp fly flight crash kid old man house same the plane last strength another avalanche fetch the plane goes flying u see the dog running behind it.