Different shades of green

The park across the street features tall, healthy, trees. Their green leaves sway in today's sporadic weather. Up and down, back and forth. Wave hello friends! Wave hello. An arbor zoo. I see pine, maybe maple, and... that other one.  What a few. they close a good near half of my sky view from my seat near the window. They fill it with meshes and clashes of greens. Darker, lighter, but all green. Team green. They were out for the win ten decades ago, but you know nothing lasts forever. Now we contain them in blocks like rare specimen. They are (mostly) harmless, playful. They even let you climb on them. Kids gawk at their sticky hands and pull away in disgust relying on manufactured soaps to scour them pure. Just like that time the gum got stuck in hair. The tree shows no emotion from the messy contact. Tree's don't feel. But, somehow, sappy tears pour and somewhere, outside of the confines of this strange populace, a rain forest loses its head. Coincidence? If a tree falls in the forest can anyone


No we can't. Can they? Not according to the waiver we made them sign in triplicate. One copy for them, one copy for us, and another just for good measure. I mean, we aren't running out of paper.  A shout out for the trees, our stoic heroes. Arms wide open, ready for a hug. I use my paper in silent salute to you.