It's been years since the trees left Earth. Not all of them left right away. The Japanese had a tough time rehabilitating their trees to be ready to enter the Tears.
They knew it was best if they left, however, so it wasn't long before the Grove Mother disappeared from our horizon.
Sometimes I miss them, being able to walk into the forests and be among the greens and browns. In those forests, I could feel whole-heartedly like I was among something grander than myself.
It was a pleasant reminder. I missed it desperately.
The other day I was driving along the old migration path, bouncing along the upturned dirt, desert for miles and miles, when I found a small hole on the outskirts of the uprooted ground.
Curious, I investigated further and found a tiny tree growing within, barely a sapling as it had been cut off from sunlight for long enough it had not grown.
I grabbed an old pot from the back of my truck and re-potted it. As far as I knew there were no Tears left for it to rejoin its family. This little forgotten sapling was the last tree on Earth.
At least, I thought it was, until I noticed the tiny little maple keys growing on it.