A conversation between a man and a tree in which the man is hiding. The conversation revolves around whether the hiding in the tree has become more of a problem than the problem from which he was hiding in the first place.
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C: Human you are, vegetable I am
B: Just because you're thinking in terms of man
C: My arms reach so high; you'll never understand just why
B: I'm so content here, and I could never leave
C: So you're okay now -- what about the rest of your life?
B: I will not let you pull me from this cloud
Maybe you should come down from your tree
C: It all seems so strange: this human point of view
B: I always get a headache closer to the ground
C: Maybe elevation is your medication
B: Maybe it would be better to finally come around
But you could fall to the ground
C: Hope for your kind is always running to you
B: Interesting conundrum, but try and help me out
C: I could light a fire underneath you to speed you up
B: Time could burn to embers...I'd be lost and never found