When Trees Go To War

When trees go to war, they leave no one behind.
The Earth shakes and the heavens cry 
While those in Hell yearn to fly
Away from more fallen soldiers they know we will find. 

When trees go to war, they make fools of us all. 
From each branch a new family springs,
Calling for the endless arrows and slings
That always seem to land short as they fall.

When trees go to war, all living suffers. 
Theirs are the shoulders of the giants we stand on to see
as we pace ourselves towards a blind infinity. 
We march with all the courage we can muster. 

When trees go to war, we are privy to a silent conflict. 
A struggle rooted in time, 
A conquest immortalised in rhyme, 
When trees go to war, they mourn every broken stick.