Talking Trees

Trees aren’t blind, they witness change

Roots can smell what’s new and strange

Humans are kept in the dark

For they have their own monarch

The mind is where we sprout and grow

As far as our eye can see, that’s all we know

The ground we fight for holds many secrets

Hidden until we drop the mind and go sleepless

Sitting under a tree, the wind will also talk

To the unaware, it may be an unintelligible squawk

The wind knows it all, it has never left

To get it talking, it will be a stern test

Trees know how to be gentle

When leaves fall, they get sentimental

Bereft of thoughts, we become like trees

And existence talks to us through a special breeze