Sun Mote Copse and all the greedy souls just don't care to know

"They're the big ones -- they're always looking for the sun, no matter what happens." Weejay caught her father wasn't quite sure which it was she referred to, so she kept on. "Even after a storm, they're always looking ahead. They're strong, and they grow tall -- and they feed thousands of birds when they bloom and die." Morbid, maybe, but beautiful in Weej's eyes.

What kind of flower would she be? Hmm. Weej tapped her chin with a blunt claw. "Maybe I wouldn't be a flower. Maybe I'd be like a spruce tree. Small but steady, and growing and growing. I could shelter all the animals, and feed the birds and squirrels. I'd be around rain or snow, wind or sunshine. Or.. I guess if I had to be a flower.. I'd be a little wildflower, like a blanket flower! They're just like sunflowers, but smaller."