Once there was a great tree whose branches served as a canopy over the village and when it had leaves everyone worshipped its protection. But it had lost its leaves after a long drought and was thought to be dead, so the villagers cut its branches whenever they needed them until the limbless trunk was left. The village was naked under the blazing sun and they hated the tree for having died. After they got used to the heat, they forgot about the tree.
There was one villager, though, who never stopped watering the tree everyday. Even when water was scarce, she shared whatever she had of her own supply. And when the rains came to end the drought, the great tree came back to life and regrew its heavy limbs but they only stretched over her house.
The other villagers regretted calling her an imbecile for watering the tree when they had given up on it. And they begged her to make it grow back over the rest of the village. And she told them that when she was a little girl she had a dream about the tree. Its branches covered the entire sky, all the way to the farthest horizon. The leaves floated on high like clouds. But then the entire tree flattened before her into a surface without depth and revealed its timeless form. And she became a breathless stone beside it. Never did she feel such a bond reverberate between her and the tree. When she woke up, she felt the warm sensation of peace emanating from her stomach.
The villagers scratched their heads because they had never had such a dream nor felt such things but decided to worship the tree anyways, and though their faith wasn’t as strong as the dreamer, it was consistent now. And the great tree slowly forgave them by branching out to cover their village once again.