We talked to trees at a seminar I attended once. It was quite releasing.
THE MESSAGE OF THE TREE
Alice Polk Hill
The silent tree that listens by the road; If it had lyric lips what songs ‘twould sing, Of good and bad bound in the human load; Wrecked homes—false friends—the sore from gossip’s sting, The cruel word that leaves a lasting smart, The broken vow that scalds the cheek with tears, The happy laugh that springs from happy heart— The silent tree keeps secret thru the years!