Being the Knowing Tree

I am the Knowing Tree. I see all. I know all. 

I see the humans.

I was once a human. 
Now I am not.

It’s probably a good thing, though.

Humans are complex. 
Emotions rambling and jumping around.

They love us trees but then they cut us down mercilessly.

As a human, I loved trees.

But I still didn’t do enough

To stop their pain.

As a human I loved nature.

I loved figuring out puzzles.

Yet why couldn’t I figure out the greatest puzzle of all;

Why?

Why what, you ask?

Why this?

Why don’t humans realize trees are just as alive as themselves?

I lied.

I don’t know all. 
I don’t know the answers to these questions.

I guess I’m more of the Thinking Tree.

That’s okay, though.

I guess that’s one thing my human self and I had in common.