Withered

Father: A beatiful tree used to bloom in this verry spot. The towns folk used to gather and nurture it as a community. Oh the memories.
Son: What happened to it , dad?
Father: Time....Time, my son...thats what happened to it.
Son: Time?
Father: Yes my son. The towns folk eventually moved on. They didn't have time for the tree anymore. They abandoned it and let it wither.
Son: Where did towns folk all go?
Father: Son, I wish I had a clue.
Son: Dad, will they ever come back?
Father:..If they wanted to......If they had the time to...