Fingers

Tiny little fingers, spring from the ground
Under everything there, another one sprouts
Given enough time, they should take forms of hands
Providing shelter, to all of the land

Two trees are sprouting, from our of our arms
Most used for loving, but some times for harm
I try to use mine, the best that I can
Inspired by fingers, that grew in to hands

The trees and our hands, learn in similar ways
Bark and skin thicken, through rougher days
They change with the seasons
The things that they do
When your hands commit treason
How would trees handle you?