I wish I had more time to read and learn. I wanted to learn to be the best I could. But like the airborne orchids, I need support to grow what little seed I bear. A tree may be enough but right now I am still looking for the right tree. I sought help from orchids in my lineage but they refuse to hold me up. They are afraid that I might dominate over them and take their resources; or are they equally afraid of losing their posts.

I wish I could grow a tough stem and become a tree myself. And as soon as I can stand still, I shall hold orchids and vines and others in my trunk. For this reason I will become the tallest tree that none in the forest can topple. My leaves would be greenest and my fruits be sweetest. Birds and beasts are free to feed on me because I will be teeming with food for them. And more vines and orchids will bloom in my branches.

I shall be the legacy of the forest. And my legacy would be my fruits. From them my seeds will scatter into faraway places. And they will grow much like their father.

My stem is getting tougher by day and by night. I am growing like this tree, however, at a slow pace. I may not become the tallest, but at least I had become the orchid that toughened itself and became a tree.