Are men like trees walking?

Hair blowing through the wind like leaves talking

Often shrieking down the street like birds hawking  

They certainly can’t do without gawking 

Things of a worldly nature draw them in, so they come flocking 

Never quite sure what life may bring, so they keep ducking 

Bag full of tricks yet they’re still lurking

Watch your back, before they come stalking 

The calm before the storm which means they’ll start talking 

Time to stand your ground even if it means blocking

So that your soul won’t need unlocking