An Oak Tree
The glass of water sat on a high shelf.
Some of the gallery visitors wondered if it was half-full or half-empty, contemplating their lives accordingly. Others said it represented third world drought or marine abundance. Eventually someone bothered to read the title on the plaque, and announced it was an oak tree. The others laughed derisively at the idea.
A tall gangly youth, suffering from thirst in the heat of the summer’s day, reached up and drank the water before being roughly ejected from the premises. Just then, in a distant country, an oak tree withered and died.