The trees are dark, sinister, misunderstood.
The trees grow.
They grow higher, they grow taller, they grow stronger.
They grow too high, tall, strong for themselves.
They do not want to grow.
The limbs reach.
They reach for each other; they reach for anything, anyone to hold on to.
The limbs fear.
They fear that if they do not reach, if they do not hold on, they will lose themselves.
The leaves long.
They long for light, for the sun.
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