Trees are people too

If you don’t believe me, try writing down a secret while one of them reads over your shoulder

Tell me you don’t hear them breathing or that their black shadows don’t march down the sidewalk

Their underground networks predate our trains and cities and even the internet

How can you not wonder what it is they’re saying down there?

We cut them down and etched our stories into their skin. What stories do they tell each other?

Trees must be a peaceful people. Look how they cover every hillside, yet when was the last time you saw them at war?