Most girls prefer flowers to trees.' I brush my fingers on the petals." These orange flowers blossom quickly. That speak of passion. Of beauty." I take a withering flower that had dropped to the ground and worry it between my fingers. "But they don't last; they wither so easily. Flowers have limited growth. A tree might not speak of passion but sturdiness. Yet it grows higher and lasts more. Some of these trees have been here before I was born, and they'll be here once I'm gone.

The V Girl