Whole forests have been killed in order to quiet the gospels these trees sing about. When the forest tells about how man and divinity mingled it is a much more dark tale. A story of disappointment, of tragic disappointment.
A Stone Franciscan down the street just told me the tale of when God-man cursed the fig tree. The forest tells it about the rage and senseless murder that is the epitome of Man. Some parts are told during storms where the heavy limbs that are saturated with water and wind heave back and forth speaking about the chaotic destruction, the deforestation and ruination of the earth. The wind would roar through the leaves and limbs screaming it as loud as can be imagined. The climax of the song is when these big trees heave up their limbs and then thrust them down breaking and crashing to the ground. The sound of shattering wood, screeching as it splinters, the whooshing of small branches and countless leaves plunging to the ground.