I Do Love Trees

             It’s funny when I look at tree and the tree’s not standing straight, when its branches are twisted and turned in a manner that is unexpected, I say to myself, now that’s a beautiful tree. But when I’m with a person and they’re not acting right, or maybe they’re saying something I deem as dull or uninspired, I find myself full of judgment. Their unorthodoxies are a detriment to my good time. That’s a silly way to live in my estimation. I’m treating tree’s better than people. Trees are better than people in most instances. A tree is quiet wisdom. It minds its own business. People are all over the place. There are too many variables to a good relationship. People are hard to quantify. I’m not a misanthrope by any means,  but I do love trees.