Trees are alive.
Do they think? Do they have feelings?
Do they feel contented being immobile, standing there watching us running, walking, strolling, skipping, passing by?
Do they want to be like us, do they want to be able to walk so that they could see more of our world?
Or are they happy to stand there in silence and in peace, watching us struggling to go through life only to face death at the end and leave this world empty-handed?
In my weaker moments, I wish I am a tree.
Standing there in silence, with dignity, watching people pass me by without looking twice at me. Standing there in peace. Standing there perfectly content.
Should the trees have a choice, would they still want to be trees?