there was once an eastern prince who was much enamoured of the art of gardening. he wished that all flowers delightful to the eye, and all fruits pleasant to the taste and good for food, should grow in his dominion, and that in growing the flowers should become more fair, the fruits more savoury and nourishing. with this thought in his mind and this desire in his heart, he found his way to the ancient one, the worker of wonders who dwells in a secret place, and made known his request.

“for the care of your gardens and your orchards,” said the ancient one, “i can do nothing, since that charge has been given to you and to your people. nor will i send blossoming plants and fruiting trees of every kind to make your kingdom rich and beautiful as by magic, lest the honour of labour should be diminished, and the slow reward of patience despised, and even the living gifts bestowed upon you

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without toil should wither and die away. but this will i do: a single tree shall be brought to you from a far country by the hands of my servants, and you shall plant it in the midst of your land. in the body of that tree is the sap of life that was from the beginning; the leaves of it are full of healing; its flowers never fail, and its fruitage is the joy of every season. the roots of the tree shall go down to the springs of deep waters; and wherever its pollen is drifted by the wind or borne by the bees, the gardens shall put on new beauty; and wherever its seed is carried by the fowls of the air, the orchards shall yield a richer harvest. but the tree itself you shall guard and cherish and keep as i give it you, neither cutting anything away from it, nor grafting anything upon it; for the life of the tree is in all the branches, and the other trees shall be glad because of it.”

as the ancient one had spoken, so it came to pass. the land of that prince had great renown of fine flowers and delicious fruits, ever unfolding in new colours and sweeter flavours the life that was shed among them by the tree of trees.