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The royal orchard looked lush after the rains. The earth was soft
and wet and had a delightful fragrance. The trees looked like

they had been washed and each leaf looked like it had been

polished by hand.

The head gardener was getting a new tree planted. He directed

his helpers to a pit that had been prepared just that morning.
The young tree was carefully lowered. All along, the head

gardener kept saying, “I will lose my job and all of you will rot in
the darkest chambers of the palace if this tree does not survive.

And if it blooms, you won’t have to work another day in your life.
You will all be handsomely rewarded.”

As an offering to Mother Earth, he threw in sugar cane juice,
before the roots of the young tree were patted with mud. Just

then the King and his young prince stepped into the orchard.

This was to be the first walk among the trees for the prince with

his father. “Father, what is this sapling?” asked the prince,
pointing to a plant. “It is a pomegranate sapling. The tree that

will have the most beautiful flowers...”
The prince watched his father admiring the trees around them

with love and care.

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