Faces in the trees

I wonder, do you also see the faces in the trees?
Does it seem to you they frown or do they smile?

Eyes:
Rooted in wood-knotted heart;
Through bark and flesh they see;
Past all tomfoolery;

Ears:
Deafened, will not hear your part;
Aloof to verse and rhyme,
Entreaty, wasted time;

Nose:
Immune to all rankness and reek;
Insult can never reach,
Nor dignity be breached;

Tongue:
Fibrous lignin forbids them to speak;
No praise to spare for us,
Nor cluck-cluck of disgust;

I wonder, do you also see the faces in the trees?
Does it seem to you they frown...

...or do they smile?