Trees

Imagine a place where 

The trees are like you;

Speaking with each other 

Discussing the latest news 

And the cities they would love to visit; 

Imagine them freeing themselves 

From the cold brown earth 

And walking like a drunk person 

Down the streets and avenues 

Heading for the airport with hope 

In their wooden hearts; 

Imagine the shocked faces of the people 

Running away from the trees 

Their long pointy roots causing damage 

Roads, houses, parks, everywhere trees grow 

A path of destruction left behind; 

Their branches and leaves whistling with joy 

For they are free, free at last

And going away 

On an adventure.