The Withered Tree

The Withered tree: 

On a blue moon night when the witch came upright, fumes coming from here and there, she was furious as well curious experimented upon a pink blooming tree, the tree pleased to set it free it said'No not me!' The witch swirled the magic wand and that turned into a withered tree, the lightning stroke, the wind blew but pity for that triggered tree. Once I think about it, it's a fairy tale, do you agree? 

It can happen once in a centennial at least in a millennium, somewhere across the sea.