What if people returned as trees?
Their hair color matching the hues of the leaves.
Pine, poplar, redwood, and bonsai,
Now Penny, Patricia, Remington, and Sly.
Their personality coming through the stems and the crooks
Of the branches they climbed as young fools with looks.
Twisted and stretched to match their jest
Knicks, knobs, or knocks showed changes and rest.

What if trees came back as people?
Callused toes rooted, brains so fruitful.
The Hollies, Willows, Ashes, and Oaks,
Would have no need to modify cloaks.
Previously bathing in dirt and flower,
Now craving control and rapacious for power,
Dirt patch once sat in, now rushed with a flood
Of new sensations racing as blood.

What if trees and people were one?
Hugging, swaying, and dancing among.
Choices made based on love and peace,
Giving would flourish, stealing would cease,
Trees grow together, diverse and unique,
Collaborating, understanding, a volcano of Think.
The soft forest floor and the clear air so thin.
What if the outside was always within?
If people and trees were on the same level
Would we grow like weeds or live to be civil?