In the midst of cracked, red barren land, there stands firmly an orange tree ( The Tree of Hope ) stretching out its branches as if embracing the sky, offering shade to a lonely little white house.
Though the ground around it is dry and the sky stretches endlessly without limit, the tree remains steadfast, like a gentle whisper that life always finds its way, even in the loneliest of places. The small house leans against it, like a wanderer resting on their last dream — hoping, believing, even though the storm has long passed and the earth is no longer wet.
