Leave us in peace, the trees cry out. Kill us not.
The vandal wind has already tried.
When the people arrived, there was
Lamentation, of sorts, for a while,
But most just walked by,
Treading on our bones.
The dead leaves fall,
And keep falling.
Take some to
Write on if you
Will, for when
The thunder
Storm
Comes
Once
More.

Barely alive, kept almost
Freezing, we remain.