The Tree's.

There was a row of trees
Of life
Of quiet,seldom concern
Leaves fresh, crisp, branches strong
Snow had covered them

They were now white
Millions of them
Stretching further into the distance
Than you ever thought possible
It was a bleach, dead white

They never moved
They never grew
They stood in lines
The were dead
Dead frozen

These were all around me
In every direction
All consuming
They are everyone.