The Last Hour

The sun rose up from the back of the mountain into the bright azure sky, as a sign to greet the beginning of a new day. The low early sunshine was streaming through the woods and the grass was gray with the dew and the cobwebs were like silver. It was not like the other days that rained. Just beside the long street was a little, dark-wooded tree, about the size of an apple tree. The leaves were whitish and rather papery, like the herb called Honesty, and it was loaded with little brown fruits that looked rather like dates. On the branches toward the top of the tree, there was a wonderful…