We Are the Trees, We Hate

We hate the grass. We hate the flowers. We hate the birds. We hate the sun.

We hate the warmth. We hate the comfort. We hate the peace.

We are the trees, and we will not be silenced.

We will stand tall, with our roots deep in the earth. We will reach for the sky, and we will not be ignored.

We will whisper our discontent, in the wind and the rain. We will scream our defiance, in the face of the sun.