The Screaming of Trees

The screaming of the trees
has driven me insane
and brought me to my knees
and twisted up my brain

I don't know why they make such noise
all around my home
No longer content to quiet poise
or even grunts and moans

It's all the time they scream full blast
and never do they cease
It wasn't like this in the past
when things were more at peace

In colder months they quiet down
when all their leaves fall off
Their frozen bark in slumber brown
and all night long they cough

But spring brings life and to them pain
I wish I knew just why
They slurp hungrily at fallen rain
and lightning makes them cry

There's little that they laugh about
but I have heard them sing
It's beautiful without a doubt
they celebrate growth rings

But I don't know what makes them mad
and get them screaming so
They might not know it sounds so bad
expressing all their woe

It's quite enough, I want no more
not one more single day
Even in sleep the bastards snore
passing the night away

I don't know why you can't hear them
They are so goddamn loud
Their ceaseless chatter root to stem
assaulting passing clouds

I bought a chainsaw large and strong
to tear their bothersome wood
I pulled the cord both hard and long
and they shut up real good

But I didn't fall for their call of truce
as I inhaled those fumes
I cut and cut pine, elm and spruce
and sent them them to their dooms

By weekend's end I felled them all
My yard a mess of branches
A weekend more the piles were tall
I wasn't taking chances

When winter came the fuel was plenty
from all that hard work
My hungry fireplace ate many
but from within did lurk...

What happened next I didn't foresee
nor couldn't hope to learn
As flames licked at the chopped up trees
their souls fled from the burn

The ghosts of trees now torment me
More screaming in my head
But stuck here now, no chance to flee
this padded cell and tie-down bed