Yeah, I've had that conversation with one of the first people I came out to. It lasted five hours and ultimately resulted in a grudging respect for the way I felt with still no real understanding of why. All I can say is that it's easy to be blasé about trees when you live in a forest. The only way I knew to explain it was this:
Assume you're dying of thirst. Picture yourself in a place where you can walk five feet into the kitchen, turn on a tap, take as big a glass of water as you like and drink till you're thirst has been slaked, then go back to sleep. Now picture yourself in a place where you have to get up, walk 10 miles, avoid snakes, predators who will kill you just to watch you bleed, climb a sheer cliff, get there and hope the water hasn't been polluted, hope you don't drop the glass, walk 10 miles back avoiding all the same pitfalls... and then have to do it all over again the next time you get thirsty. Is it any wonder that you're obsessed with getting a tap put in your kitchen?