They should be trees

Disguised as a tree,
dwelling in great pine forest,
looking up at distant stars;
dancing at the sound of the wind,
naked in the winter without shame,
wearing flowers in summer,
thinking of the world as something beautiful,
turning the thoughts of mankind;
staring at the sky,
saying hello to aliens,
surviving terrible fires,
a beacon of the great spot given to them in the Universe,
unknowing the horror of what they became.

Anónimo