Trees

The maples were hardest on hairstyles, seeing all of the mistakes made from high above. "Oooo, combover spiral! Oooo, bad dye job!" one called out in its rustle and there was mocking laughter. The elms grew listing - leaning away, standoffish, peering with disdain on the overall outfit. "Gawds, will you look at the bargain basement princess taking it for a stroll today?!?" one muttered under its breath to a close companion (who chortled derisively in turn). The oaks, wisest and steeped in tradition, couldn't help but react to the blatant stupidity they found almost everywhere. "We are apparently illiterate and unable to read signs today," they would sigh to one another, nodding. Only the yew trees, silent and sky-reaching at the boundaries of the graveyard, kept their bark mouths shut and to it all whispered, "This, too, shall pass."