People Are Trees

Well, people are trees
With their thoughts in the breeze,
All limbs and leaves,
And it makes me grieve
That each leafy tree
Says, "This is me,"
But fails to see
The totality:
The dirt and sun,
The streams that run...
They'd be stunned
To know it's all one--
It's all one.

People are trees!
People are trees!
People are trees!
People are trees!
People are trees!
People are trees!
People are trees!
People are trees!