the people were trees

she looked and all the people were trees

but not her

she wandered, a foreigner in disguise

she loved the trees but no love returned

and she walked with them in her heart

but no one put her in theirs

so she walked on finding no home

no place to belong

the crows laughing as she stumbled

waiting for her sight to be restored

"He took the blind man by the hand and led him outside the village.  When he had spit on the man's eyes and put his hands on him, Jesus asked, "Do you see anything?"  He looked up and said, "I see people; they look like trees walking around."  Once more Jesus put his hands on the man's eyes. Then his eyes were opened, his sight was restored, and he saw everything clearly."

[Mark 8:23-25]