Once upon a time there was a beautiful tree named Blossom. He was elegant and curved, with branches like fingers, reaching towards the sky. At the end of his branches was a coat of pale bring blossoms.
Blossom loved his coat. He spent the whole of spring and summer admiring how it looked when the gentle breeze blew through it. But then one day he felt the smallest ache in one of his branches and saw one of his blossoms floating gently to the ground.