Thirty-one-year-old Benjamin Driscoll dreams of seeing Mars green and filling the Martian atmosphere with oxygen. To fulfill his dream, Benjamin works tirelessly - he spends thirty days indistinguishable from each other on Mars, and all this time he plants trees.

Unless you consider everything that the tree gives. It paints the earth, gives it a blessed shadow and the richness of its fruits. A tree is a magical world of our childhood; you can climb the sky under mighty trunks or sway freely on branches.

Never in these thirty days did Benjamin look back, for to look back means to give up. During this period, it never rained, and all his work could be in vain.

In the evening after a long working day, Benjamin goes to bed, but he is woken by a raindrop that has fallen on his forehead. It rains for almost two hours, and then it stops. Dressed in all dry, Benjamin Driscoll fits again and, happy, falls asleep.

Waking up in the morning, he realizes that his dream has come true. Morning turned green, thousands of trees grew in one night.

And the air! It flowed from everywhere, like cool mountain rivers, lavishly drunk with oxygen, which gave him green trees.

Benjamin Driscoll eagerly inhales oxygen - and faints.Waking up, he sees that another five thousand new trees have thrown green branches towards the sun.