Can they breathe?
No, but they give breath to me
And in their leaves I lose and find myself
And others.
 
Can they love?
No, but they make my heart happy,
They make me laugh, and cry, and think, and dream
They warm my world.  
 
Can they see?
No but through them I can look
Into a thousand worlds and places and times
And then be happy just being me.