The White Tree withered.

Half a loaf is better than none.

The leaves fell from the trees.

Curiously, a flower bloomed on the withered up tree.

He cut away the dead branches from the tree.

They chopped down all the withered trees.

For if things as these take place when the wood is green, what will happen when it is dry?

They cut down the trees dying of disease.

Absence of rain caused the plants to die.

Spears rise like winterthickets through a shroud of mist.

It's dead!

This is Great Smoky Mountains National Park, and the Hemlocks are dead as far as the eye can see.

Keep your eyes open. Look for anything out of the ordinary. I suppose one can never have too many lab rats.

It was dead.

Cut down that dead tree, or it will fall down on your house.

There are trees on that mountain that are 5,000 years old and still living.

The crops have withered.

She shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dying tree.

It could have gone either way.

Agent Orange!

The river is running dry.

We're seeing mature madrone trees, which are 70, 80 feet high, flash out dead just like this.

The flowers died for lack of water.

All the flowers in the garden withered.

The frost killed all the flowers.

You think ours has already shed its blossoms?

When he dies, he is hard and insensitive.

Plants die without water.

Trees. Climb a tree.

Though the ash may wither that spear shall never lose its power.

These flowers are dying.

Some plants perish in winter.

The lawn looks a Iittle brown.

Well, it was pretty close. It was life or death.

Those flowers have died.

See, uh, just not a lot of moisture. Have you got the map?

The desert was advancing by a mile or two a year.

From the orange stuff they sprayed around there.

You let it die!

Here you will dwell bound to your grief under the fading trees until all the world is changed and the long years of your life are utterly spent.

The plants died for lack of water.

Because of the drought, the grass has withered.

Too much water, the plants die.

Otherwise, we wither and die.

We started to plant, and this first year we lost a lot of trees, second year less, and slowly, slowly this dead land started to be born again.