Whispering trees

Listening through the surrounding trees. Sound of whispers heard from a slight breeze. Cries heard in the distance, as the breeze comforts The leaves. Words joined together while starting to hear, how the leaves Fear the airs no-more clear, feeling for the leaves as-if nobody believes. In a still small voice it whistles an sings. The song of hope lies within the trees, as the wind blows through its wings. The branches crumble an fall, sadly knowing not much time at all, excepting what humans future brings. No help from our pollution in the air, understanding how unfair, Every breathe unto their lungs. Voice of god flows an exceeds,The fear of death from disease; The wind is telling the trees to fear. Realizing the sadness that humanity is forcing their death near. As of right now the sky seems as if shes clear. We'll never know continuing our ways, if it shall be the same in a year.