If TREES could TALK

Whispers, you are not ALONE, we are gathered here, HEADS hang low in the dark.
The SUN reaches for my limbs, and your electricity flows all the way down, to grasp at my ROOTS.
I can breath in AIR. You are not ALONE.
It was a bloody mess, they came to take us down, we stood STILL.
We stood TALL.
They would tear us down, but our spirit still lived in the SOIL.
You are not ALONE.
BRANCHED out, we formed an army, you may take our BRUSQUE bodies, but you will never steal our SOULS.
For this, we live again in all things, in the GROUND, all around you will see us.
We give you LIFE, and you ABUSE us.