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The Trees

The trees are calling me.
I can hear their helpless cry.
Should I open up my window, or should I let them pass by?
The branches scratch and bang against my window pane.
Their eerie song is pulling me in.
I try to drown out their continuous droning.
But, my pillows are not thick enough.
I pull the blinds, and throw open the window.
I scream at the wind, and suddenly there was silence.
I turn to try and get some rest, but someone is waiting beside my bed.
Another scream shakes the trees as I fall when no one has seen.