0:00 The oldest living tree in the world is more than five thousand years old.0:07 That great big tree began as a tiny, tiny seed, tucked in the earth.0:13 Much like our friend Willow the water drop found her path to become a mighty river, tonight's friend is just starting a journey of their own.0:27 Our story starts high up, on the tip of a branch on a great big maple tree.0:35 Here lived a tiny seed named Pip, held in a little papery wing.0:41 One crisp autumn day, a mischievous gust of wind tickled the branch just so.0:49 It was time.0:50 Pip felt a little shiver, a tiny snap, and then...0:55 letting go.0:56 For a single heartbeat, there was just falling.1:01 A scary, tummy-tickling drop straight down.1:05 But then...1:06 the wind caught Pip's little wing.1:09 And Pip wasn't falling anymore.1:12 Pip was FLYING!1:14 Oh, what a feeling!1:16 The wind was a playful giant, lifting Pip up, up, up, higher than the tallest branches.1:24 The whole world spread out below like a giant's patchwork quilt.1:31 Pip saw the deep green square of the meadow, and the bumpy blue blanket of the river snaking through the valley.1:42 There were tiny houses with puffs of smoke coming from their chimneys.1:49 Pip spun in a slow, lazy circle, like a ballerina on a secret stage.1:55 Whoosh!1:56 Another gust came along, a little stronger this time.2:01 It sent Pip tumbling and twirling, head over heels, in a dizzy, giggling spin through the bright blue sky.2:12 Pip saw other seeds, little brothers and sisters, each with their own papery wing, all dancing on the invisible currents of the air.2:25 Each one on their own secret adventure.2:29 The sun felt so warm and golden on Pip's smooth brown shell.2:35 The air smelled of damp leaves, pine needles, and the sweet promise of distant rain.2:43 Where was the wind taking this tiny seed?2:47 Pip didn't know.2:49 It was a little bit scary, not knowing where you'll land.2:54 But it was also...2:56 wonderful.2:57 A grand, soaring adventure.3:00 Then, just as the sun began to dip below the far-off hills, painting the clouds in streaks of orange and sleepy pink, the wind grew tired.3:13 It wasn't a playful giant anymore.3:17 It was more like a gentle whisper.3:20 It sighed a soft, long breath.3:23 Whoooosh...3:24 Pip's wild dance slowed to a gentle sway.3:28 The spinning stopped.3:30 The world stopped being a blur.3:33 Pip floated down, down, down...3:37 no longer in a rush, but drifting like a single snowflake.3:42 And then...3:43 a soft, gentle bump.3:45 A landing so soft, it was barely a feeling at all.3:50 Pip had landed.3:52 Not on hard rock, or in the cold, rushing water, but in a perfect patch of soft, dark, crumbly earth between the roots of an old oak tree.4:05 It was so quiet here, after the boisterous song of the wind.4:11 The earth was cool and welcoming, and it smelled rich and full of life.4:18 It felt like being tucked into the coziest bed you can possibly imagine.4:26 A few dry leaves drifted down from the oak tree above, covering Pip like a warm, rustly blanket.4:35 Then came a soft pitter-patter on the leaves.4:40 Rain.4:40 Not a big storm, just a gentle, sleepy shower.4:45 Each little drop was a cool kiss, helping Pip snuggle just a little deeper into the soil.4:53 Safe.4:54 Warm.4:54 Tucked in for the long, quiet night.4:58 Pip closed their tiny seed eyes.5:01 And in the quiet dark, under the blanket of leaves and the soft, damp earth, Pip began to dream.5:11 Dreamed of the sun, and the rain.5:14 Dreamed of growing strong roots down deep, and wide branches up high, reaching for the sky.5:23 Pip was a promise, sleeping soundly, waiting for spring.
