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He
waited
a
moment
before
arising
.
He
had
worked
and
waited
a
long
hot
month
,
and
now
,
standing
up
,
he
turned
at
last
and
faced
the
direction
from
which
he
had
come
.
It
was
a
green
morning
.
As
far
as
he
could
see
the
trees
were
standing
up
against
the
sky
.
Not
one
tree
,
not
two
,
not
a
dozen
,
but
the
thousands
he
had
planted
in
seed
and
sprout
.
And
not
little
trees
,
no
,
not
saplings
,
not
little
tender
shoots
,
but
great
trees
,
huge
trees
,
trees
as
tall
as
ten
men
,
green
and
green
and
huge
and
round
and
full
,
trees
shimmering
their
metallic
leaves
,
trees
whispering
,
trees
in
a
line
over
hills
,
lemon
trees
,
lime
trees
,
redwoods
and
mimosas
and
oaks
and
elms
and
aspens
,
cherry
,
maple
,
ash
,
apple
,
orange
,
eucalyptus
,
stung
by
a
tumultuous
rain
,
nourished
by
alien
and
magical
soil
and
,
even
as
he
watched
,
throwing
out
new
branches
,
popping
open
new
buds
.
"
Impossible
!
"
cried
Mr
.
Benjamin
Driscoll
.
But
the
valley
and
the
morning
were
green
.
And
the
air
!
All
about
,
like
a
moving
current
,
a
mountain
river
,
came
the
new
air
,
the
oxygen
blowing
from
the
green
trees
.
You
could
see
it
shimmer
high
in
crystal
billows
Oxygen
,
fresh
,
pure
,
green
,
cold
oxygen
turning
the
valley
into
a
river
delta
.
In
a
moment
the
town
doors
would
flip
wide
,
people
would
run
out
through
the
new
miracle
of
oxygen
,
sniffing
,
gusting
in
lungfuls
of
it
,
cheeks
pinking
with
it
,
noses
frozen
with
it
,
lungs
revivified
,
hearts
leaping
,
and
worn
bodies
lifted
into
a
dance
.
Mr
.
Benjamin
Driscoll
took
one
long
deep
drink
of
green
water
air
and
fainted
.
Before
he
woke
again
five
thousand
new
trees
had
climbed
up
into
the
yellow
sun
.
