See the trees,
Watch them closely,
For they contain the souls of the
Gone.
See the trees,
As they sway
To the music
Of the open earth.
See the trees,
Examine the leaves.
Trace the veins
Through which the magic flows.
See the trees,
Watch the limbs drop,
As the dead transition
Into the Earth.
See the trees,
Hear them rustle,
Talking to one another
In the middle of the night.
See the trees,
Hear them scream
As the souls within
Escape the axe.
See the trees,
Watch them burn
As the devil smiles at you
And the angels strike him down.
See the trees,
Watch them multiply.
They race to hold the souls
Of the dying.
See the trees,
And string lights on them.
Make them as beautiful
As the people within.
See the trees,
Watch them disappear
As the people of Earth
Take their magic and burn it.
See the trees,
And look at yourself.
You see yourself dying,
And return to the Earth.
See the trees,
But can you, really?
Where have they gone,
And where do I go?
See the...
See the...
Where are the trees?
