I Wonder What The Trees Think

Do you see that tree, With the branches reaching? Think of them as nerves... Coming from the Earth. Are they feeling? Do they sense like you and I? Or are they here to assist us to breathe? If they did not exist... Would your life on this Earth be useless? I wonder what the trees think, About our selfish ways! And they stay as they are... Basically providing us life. Tolerating their destruction, As they sit watching us in conflict. Without a hug or a visit from us, As we sit and cuss our existence. With neither acknowledgement, Or an expression of our appreciation. I wonder what the trees think, About our selfish ways!