Large, the trees are looming,
Looking gravely at the sight of our demise,
Compromising not with beings that devise
Ways to kill off all that walks and breaths and thinks...
Grave, the trees are looking,
Listening close to a handful of humans, thinking loud
And talking about what the weird runes on paper
(paper made of larger trees in larger lands with larger tears?)
Might advise or say or teach or help create awareness...
Large, the trees are sighing:
Do they already know what we, small creatures down below,
Have so much difficulty bringing to our grave little minds?
They will survive, we will not...
