read this like a child learning to skip

trees whistle in the middle of a forest fire
because they get bored
the heat has forced sound out of me
and cooked skin and meat
what does that make me
exotic
most of all i struggle with the lungs
i've got teeth made of graphite, mind you
what does that make the rest of me
something as gentle as the breeze, and a millenium could whittle me away
can the same be said of trees? they sing
my favorite song
a tree's favorite song
is maybe
the trickle of water through the pine needles