The trees burst forth from the ground
Like the arms of giants
No one is around
So no one hears the sound
That they are making
As they set the earth quaking
Like the silent symphony  
Of a heart breaking

Their fingers trace patterns in the stars
As the arms slowly grow toward heaven
Hoping one day to break free of these bars
To finally escape the earth’s prison

In the constellations they see heroes
Myths created to help the trees cope
With the fact that their chances are zero
And escape is but a foolish hope

But the stories give them purpose
Meaning, faith, and grandeur
Even when but a log heading toward a furnace
They see the start of an adventure