Societal Remains

Silent Tree

Can you hear a tree fall, when it is alone in the woods?
Can you hear its new roots, tear and crack as they push?
Does the cry of an Eagle, not stir compassion and pain?
As it watches its eaglets, learn of death and decay.

Can you hear a tree fall, when alone in the woods?
Or the chirp of a monkey, his home snapping; the wood.
The old man is groaning, his old trunk is torn down,
As his age and his history, can no longer be found.

Do trees in the woods, ever call out for help?
Would a eucalypt cry; a koala falls dead.
Redwoods asking for help, what a sight that would be!
Or a gum or a fir, do they beg; do they plea?

Does the tree make a sound, that is bulldozed and destroyed,
Does the flesh of the man, ever regret this old ploy?
Do you ever get dizzy, felling oxygen that is free,
Do you ever look out, and consider; or see?

If the trees falling down, are not heard; are not seen,
Should we be the ones, to speak up for their needs?
Must we be the voice, for the silent, falling tree,
Should we be the ones, to voice opinions we need?

Whilst these trees make our houses; our books and our clothes,
Too much of a good thing, leads us down a dark road.
When we take so much freely, but we do not give back,
We are headed down a path, from which there is no turning back.

When the tree is not heard, as she falls in the bush,
Then neither is the bird; the insect and the brook.
When nature is taken, so effortlessly and free,
We miss all the sounds, warning us of our greed.

So just like a pair, of young lovers we see,
Carving their names, in the trunk of a tree,
Let's imprint our love, not our hate on the world,
As a tree falls on down, without a sound in the world.