Sentence Structure

“Only death can set us apart.”

“Fate or not, I don’t want you clinging to me.”

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

Yes, his roots were sunk deep in the soil and he had really thrived, drawing sustenance from the earth, the sun and the rain.

Impotence that was not too distant from uselessness.

“I am deeply touched”

The old tree took in every word and for a while was quite astounded by the truth and profundity as uttered by the pesky weed below.

“I am no parasite”

"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"

Your branches have no symmetry.

“I am this old and tall”

“Beauty is its own excuse for being"

He was now forced to think, not so much to reply to this upstart but to reaffirm for himself, the pith, the reason for being.

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.

“I am meant to be free”

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

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

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

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

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