There's A Reason Why We All Bleed

I would give you my eyes, if it meant you could see one more sunset.

I would give you my ears, if it meant you could hear what I was truly saying.

But you only have your hands, and that may be the worst, because you feel. You feel the pain, the hurt, the agony.

I remember being out in the forest with you one evening, watching as you caressed the side of a tree that had been struck by lighting.

I remember the slight frown that had graced your magnificently beautiful face, and the way your voice trembled voice as you spoke. You had told me that the tree was in pain, that it was in the utmost agony and was seeking comfort, that you could feel it's hurt.

Were you still talking about the tree?