The Lord in My Palm

She was once a thousand-year-old maple tree, planted by his own hands. She didn't know his name. Perhaps too much time had passed, so much that even a spirit who had gained sentience like her could no longer remember. She wanted to find him and tell him that the little maple sapling he had planted had grown into a radiant young woman who could recite poetry, dance, and sing the tunes he loved to hear. She wanted to find him and sing to him in person. But in this vast world, with all its countless wonders, which one could possibly be him?