England, North Ireland, Republic of Ireland, Wales, and Scotland walked through an old, old forest together. There was no hint of their usual squabbling and each carried a small plant of their national flower. After a countless amount of hiking through the trees, they reached their destination.
In the center of a green, grassy glade stood an enormous ancient oak tree. Its vast branches of leaves formed a canopy that shifted and rustled in the wind, and its massive roots (some wider around then several men, yet only a fraction of the width of the tree's trunk) formed dips and hollows that would hold one perfectly if one sat down in them. In many of the hollows, flowers grew abundantly, filling the air with their sweet, calming scents.
The five siblings wordlessly planted the flowers they bore and, once finished, each placed a hand on the trunk of the tree in silent love and prayer of the one it represented in their hearts.
'We miss you Mama.'