"I am the hardiest of all the trees.”

“I know a lot about love because I have seen what those in love do, the pain they bear, and their joys as well"

He liked the independence and though he resented the doves that sometimes rested on his branches, they did not stay long for they soon flew away.

The venerable molave thought it best to keep quiet for a while and ponder what the young pest had said.

“And even if you are, I wouldn’t care because for all your claimed attributes, you are really useless except for yourself."

“Only death can set us apart.”

“That little nuisance will be blown away and I will rid myself of her silly taunts.”

“They are going to cut you down, kill you, and they will kill me, too”

The wind broke many of the younger trees but soon enough it lifted with the rain.

Your branches have no symmetry.

“I am no parasite”

The fall had bruised the orchid and crushed some of her flowers but she still clung to the old molave.

Impotence that was not too distant from uselessness.