I use to dream that trees came to life to kill me I don’t know why When I was five I had these dreams almost every night among other such nightmares Yet these nightmares were different I never had recurring nightmares, but recurring characters instead Such were the trees When I was five, my family lived in a small suburb Across the street were row upon rows of pine trees Big, massive ones you couldn’t reach your hands around their trunks So tall you had to lean your head back to see the tops They stood among the houses across the street like an ever-approaching army Yet they were perfectly still except on windy days They loomed over us like an ever-present reminder of those nightmares I can’t remember which came first, but in my nightmares, it was always pine trees that would come to life They blend in with all the other trees They would hide, not in a forest, but small groups of trees Sometimes more than one came to life To a child they were scary, but to an adult, I think back