• The Trees

    The trees are calling me.
    I can hear their helpless cry.
    Should I open up my window, or should I let them pass by?
    The branches scratch and bang against my window pane.
    Their eerie song is pulling me in.
    I try to drown out their continuous droning.
    But, my pillows are not thick enough.
    I pull the blinds, and throw open the window.
    I scream at the wind, and suddenly there was silence.
    I turn to try and get some rest, but someone is waiting beside my bed.
    Another scream shakes the trees as I fall when no one has seen.
    I wake shaken and scared.
    Then the wind begins to whistle through an open window.