a man or tree?

the trees struggle eternally for life, but is it life worth living
if they have no conscious? or are we judging them by our beliefs
which are entirely wrong, and don't apply to other species?
is earth a reality? and are our sciences wrong? weight and height? is it measurable?
even if it is, are our measurements accurate?
and who's to judge accuracy? our lives are suffering? or should we give thanks...




vines growing, ever searching upwards
eternally; that's their fate for survival.. darkest
night shall never stop it, the dawn brings hope
but if it were a mirror, wish that the gone had spoke
tellin' tales of how its nice and warm up there, where eternal lives
but while we breathe, orange; like them autumn leaves
and that's the color of our story, the last beams of light
rebelliously shine through, and we strive to keep
but you fail! as we all do, ever so porous we let live seep
out of us, its a daily routine... and we weep
but do you hear? no! reluctantly we shed the skin
laid bare for the world to see, covered in shame
for we are not good enough, that's what we think
eternally; that's our opinion of everything
criticize the world just to feel a little bit better
but the cutting chill comes with the weather
and its our retribution, our mirror which is cracked
jagged and threatenin', the shape of man distorted
tormented in many ways, we shut our eyes, pretend
many ostriches with heads stuck deep in the sand
ha! our lust for ourselves to be elevated, life on a pedestal
really not what it seems; birds shit on our dreams
and we provide shelter for them, a respite from harsh reality
this recipe for treachery, oh! new tragedies...
and summer comes, with it, a new dawn sings
beautiful tunes, praises i guess it must mean
eternally; livin' in hope that we are important
that's how we can stand to bear the weight on our shoulders
self-imagined, the leaves grow and spurt out
like them burdens, who must not hurt now
standin' in the sun, posing like foolish kids
but that's not us, for we are only trees!