Trees

The trees talked amongst themselves urgently, trying to get out ahead of the violence that was sure to come. There were many strategies and several were aggressive, but Blue Spruce took the mic and urged them to breathe. “Let’s go big, but only if we need to,” he whispered to relax them. “Let’s command every wooden surface turn to splinters - tiny daggers at our command. Why exhaust ourselves, if the very floor exacts revenge? Let’s use what we already have; we’re everywhere.” It was comforting to the trees to remember this - to feel their rightful place within the ruthless digital world.