The trees tell us that you’re lying;
that everything you’ve ever said was just to please the Writings.
That every moment that we’ve “been of help”,
that there’s still dirt beneath the rays, vying for your health.
The leaves and branches say
that even the wonders that you see are distractions from the day,
because your nights are all year ’round,
and you, my friend, would never make a sound.
The trees tell us that you’re lying.
– Brittany Rose