Lulu walks to the Great Blooming Tree. No flowers bloom here. The wind whispers through dry branches.
Lulu frowns. She touches a gray twig. The bark feels rough like old stone.
She carries a wooden bucket. Water flows from the spout onto the dry earth. A soft swish sound rises from the soil.
She hums a soft tune. Nothing changes yet. But she doesn’t stop.
Lulu pulls out two shiny acorns. She drops them near the roots. A squirrel watches from a high branch.
She presses the dirt down with her palm. The acorns disappear into the soil.
She places a drawing on the bark. The paper sticks like magic. 'It will grow,' she thinks.
A tiny green shoot pushes through the dirt. Then another! They tremble in the breeze.
