I like to touch the trees as I pass To give a friendly pat upon the bark Of some rough pine, reaching oh so high, To shake hands with a Maple in the park. Tug gently on a leaf will the root know? The tree cant move is that really fair? Grab a low branch, a high one might blow It thinks to it's self do humans care. Perhaps we should treat people just like trees. Enjoy them without saying very much, and comfort them, or help them feel at ease Only give them a light and simple touch. If only we were all made off wood We'd talk less, and be better understood.