Do Trees Need Sleep?

I've always wondered: do trees need sleep?
Or love, affection, how can I ask?
That a tree feels I do not doubt
Yet feeling is not just in human ways.
A tree in pain I'm sure cries out...
But who will listen?

Perhaps a sparrow can understand
And sing a soothing lullaby
Or a yellow daisy open up and
Smile in thanks for shade and sun.
A squirrel deftly climbs upon her trunk
And nests there with the setting sun.
A tree is a world unto herself,
Yet also part of a larger truth,
And thus it seems that you and me are
Not so different from this tree.

Yet I don't know how to talk with her,
I don't know how to understand
But yet I'm sure she speaks aloud
In ways I haven't yet learned to hear.
And so each tree can teach us that
There is far more than just ourselves
Or those like us, in shape and size.
But our spirits are all from the same Great source,
And the Universe
Speaks in G-d's own tongue.