The water again falls on the tree deceased. He only held the watering can and he watered it, every day. Without
shine, in a land without life, in front of the house, this it: The tree without life. The sun was very hot during the day and, with far, the land trembled.

The water fell, wetting the dry, mistreated, suffered land. A land that could not indicate life conditions at least. After to spill the last drop, he verified tree, it looked at it fixed and nothing it said. He went even so and it returned in the other day.

It had the habit to seat in a great rock to observe putting of the sun, always that thus it could it. And when it made it, was there until the disappearance of its last ray. Then it came back toward house, it fulfilled its tasks and it slept.

In the other day, to the sunrise, he was it there, again watering the tree deceased. The people who liveed in return, had commitments with the commerce of the harvest of its lands in the cities next and when they passed the way, them they saw and they laugh... laugh... They pointed of far and they jede of the man who watered a tree deceased.

Died it was everything in return: Land, your house, plantations, animals (with exception of the few that persisted), and even though the rivers and the ideals of many that it heard, more accurately of that they asked for it to stop with madness to water a tree deceased. And it was dumb, did not hear. And continued depositing your water
all day...

Years had been transferred and everything became older: Its white hair, its wrinkled skin, its tired face, its habits and even though the watering can with that it wet the old tree. And exactly thus he did not give up: All day continued watering the dry tree.

And did not question your act. I believe that another one, in your place, at some moment, would make it. But he not: He poured your water there, and nothing that occurred in return of this would hinder it... The tree continued dries, and the land without life signal, and thus it remained when passing of the years.

He continued in this way for a long time. Until in data moment, when opening the house door, of far, he observes something of new and very strange. It is come close to the tree and then it evidences: Only one flower had been born in the one. Up there, in the tip of its higher and dry twig, it had a flower. He observed during hours that flower.
He saw under the most diverse forms and perspectives to it. He showed it neighbors to it who had been scared. He smiled, he cried and he said "Yes... is this... I will watering that flower... " And continued watering the tree. Again and without questions, without illusions, but with the visible certainty of that, with the time, of its dry tree a flower could be born.