Out of my skin

I am a tree and I stand before a human being. She has given me mobility and vitality. She made it possible for our kind to come free of our passivity and the latent anger has come growing out of our hearts. We have killed every one of them and she stand before me wishing for her continued life. I am thankful for that which she gave us in a moment of feeling and love. Yet she is one of them and I kill her.

I cannot help but feel his rage above. I am him. And she is me. Yet I would kill her.