If trees could speak, I wonder how much they would have to tell us? I wonder how many humans they would have spoken to, how many weary a traveler that rested under their shade would have emptied out their hearts at the bottom of their lofty barks. I wonder if the trees would have wept over the centuries old grief of tired humanity – or would they have spared a kind word or two for the tired traveler? If trees could speak, would they ever have honored a lowly human with their noble speech or company?