Ghost Trees: Fantasy

The ghost trees noticed when their song boat vanished from the lake nearby, but they did not know what to do about it. At first, they waited patiently for the song boat to be returned, though mists rose up from the lake and swaddled their trunks in a layer of thick fog that had no joy of song, no life remembered, in it. And then the oldest tree creaked pensively in the wind and let fall a single leaf, which stood as debate for whether the ghost trees should make their displeasure known when next it was time for their descendents to dream, or if they should wait until the next died and then have his ghost unrooted continue to bother his family or murderers, until the time--

Inspiration: A fragment of a dream
Story Potential: Low, in and of itself
Notes: Could be an interesting setting