While waiting

Spending the afternoon listening to the car radio and awaiting an elderly patient returning home from a short period in hospital I had nothing more to do than let music wash over me and reflect. Watching the afternoon sky provide a changing background for the starkly elegant trees rising to life again I weighed the life of trees against that of humans; the patient, myself and my immediate family and the only conclusion I came to was that trees do not think of these things so in the words of the song----'I talk to the trees but they don't listen to me"---or do they?