To Make A Tree

Just a short story idea that popped into my mind as I was waiting for the bus.

"At last!" he said, rubbing his gnarly hands. "Now we shall see a tree."

"But, is it free?"

"Free? A tree was always meant to be free."

"Then, let us see."

A solemn silence fell. The two of them stepped back softly.

"Behold, now you see."

And the others saw in awe. "We thought a tree was a myth."

"Now it's not."