Casual Tea With A Tree (3)

Ed sat cross legged before the tree and stared at its stoic black leaves.

“I sleep too.”

“Yes, sleep. Tea” Ed answered blankly.

“Ah, yes. What great topic. One cooks the leaves it seems.”

“Cook” Ed repeated.

“Hmm... a great topic. As you are dying, you should at least taste my tea. But cooking, this art needs many things you do not have.”

“Have” Ed said.

“One needs water.”

“What is water?”

“Yes, a fine topic. Many thought it the spell for life, the breath on which all rest on. It fills, it moves, it cools.”

“Cools.”

“Yes, you are filled of water boy, but you do not have it.”

“As you are as I am.” Ed said.

“Yes, As I am as you are. As I was as you were.”

“Then give me some.” Ed said.

“Water, yes. We have but cannot give. My roots run deep but cannot find.” the tree drawled.

“Find? But you have as I have.” Ed said.