The trees are at war
They speak in signals unidentified by man
That if you are a flower
You understand

The trees are at war
And all the roots connected underground
They communicate
They know your here

The trees are at war
Because we as man can have a small  axe
And chop them down
As we've done many times before

The trees are at war
Chemical and biological
Pollen in the air
Their budding the leaves of chaos

The trees are at war
And at all times they conspire
They only really want
To deprive us of oxygen