The Strange Great Tree

There was a strange, tall tree. Whenever it rained, it stored the water and then released it slowly, drop by drop.

My shelter stood beneath it. The drops fell onto my roof, seeped through, and made life difficult.

So I built a wooden channel to guide the water away. As the water flowed through it, I thought I could use that.

So I planted flowers where the water fell.

But the problem wasn’t solved. Water still dripped from other parts of the tree, still leaking through my roof.

So I built another channel. And planted more flowers.

Soon, birds came. Bees hummed around the flowers.

I made a final channel, a big one this time. And directed it straight to the tree's roots. The roots grew weaker and weaker, eventually resulting in the fall of the great tall tree.

But now, no water reached the flowers either.

They dried... they died.

The birds stopped coming.

The bees were gone.