Trees...Masterminds?

As I was traveling around space the other night, and looking down on the planet Earth, I came to a crucial conclusion. Trees (literally) rule the world. Until settlers reached the mid-west, the Native American tribes made a habit of purposefully and meticulously destroying every tree they could find. I think these Native Americans were on to something.

Think about it, if all the trees were to die, all the people in the world would also drop down dead. I can even put a price on it; in fifty years, one tree recycles $37,000 worth of oxygen. Also, trees are the longest living organisms on Earth, this means they have seen it all, from the dinosaurs, to the Native Americans onerously chopping them down to their death, to the robots. If there were aliens on the planet Earth, they would unquestionably live in trees. Not only do trees produce food, shelter and sound barriers (therefore the mortals cannot hear the recondite conversations going on between these methodical organisms), but they also provides $31,000 worth of erosion control. And get this! Hospital patients heal faster, require shorter stays and fewer painkillers if their room windows face trees. These trees are crazy. “Modern-day chickens may instinctively seek out trees.” No kidding, the trees and chickens are out to run the world. What are we going to do? I guess I’ll be making a pledge to ‘Green Planet International’ in order to help save the rain forest. There is no way I’m getting on the trees bad side…no way! I’m far too aberrant to die.

The forest scares the hell out of me.
There are ghosts in there that tell you ferocious things.
And old ladies with toads for pets
who mumble incantations that make you scream.
And I miss the city, the buildings,
where the brick is the only thing that's exposed.
ANd as long as you don't fall into the cracks in the road,
you'll make it home.
The trees here might be green
but their hearts are black as black can ever be.
And birds circle above you waiting for the night to fall,
so you can't see.