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?
They would say, “when the oppressor were killing the oppressed we wished we moved and protected the innocents, we wish we were there when the rich were letting the poor die of hunger and use our mighty stems to take the help the poor and punish the rich.”
but the problem is that they cannot speak, if they could, the world would have been a better place.