I found this poem from the Late Mervyn Peake and judged it worthy of your attention.
" With people, so with trees: when there are groups
of either, men or trees, some will remain
aloof while others cluster where one stoops
to breathe some dusky secret. Some complain
And some gesticulate and some are blind;
some toss their heads above green towns: some freeze
for lack of love in corpses of mankind;
some laugh; some mourn; with people, so with trees."
Taken from " A World Away- A Memoir of Mervyn Peake " by Maeve Gilmore. (1971)