The Trees Are Talking

The trees are talking, She said, as I passed. We listened in silence And heard the squeaking, As trunks rubbed together High up in the canopy, above our heads. “Those humans come again Up the steep trail. Can’t stay away from what we’ve created. This maritime rainforest Draws them in hoards, Until the rains come And the days get shorter, When they huddle indoors, And we can converse in silence once again!”