We’re more similar to trees than we think

The first tree I loved was a eucalyptus tree. When we moved into my childhood home in Mexico City, she already lived there. My mother would make me teas from its leaves to soothe my asthma. What wonderful beings—regal and sacred—taken for granted, hunted and exploited. They seek nothing from us and yet give us all without expecting for anything in return. I trust in trees more than a lot of other things, people included.