On the Job Writing

I'm walking down a deep dark forest and I look at all these trees. Something doesn't feel right I say to myself. As I go closer to see what it is I am speechless as they are eyes. Eyes on every tree I see. It's so weird to see this. Am I having a dream? I āsk myself. I think it's real. The eye is green and the pupil is black. It looks like arms are holding it but they are just branches.