Nature Poetry

Sound

A tree, tall and true, sways and sways to show you
As the children play and chicks chirp, the roots stay buried in the dirt
And those roots run deep, deep in the ground
Does the tree make a sound?
No, no it doesn't, it just sways in the wind
Tall and true as it's always been
The leaves change and fall dead, leaving the tree alone once again
And again the cycle relapses over and over
Only the children before have gotten older
That winter the tree sat tall and true
With no one to show but hypothetical you
It's roots have decayed and weakened in the ground
Does it make a sound?
Not a peep, none at all, it struggles to stand tall
Only one more sway and there it goes,
Falling down with a silent crash
Now all alone, it lay on the ground, unable to ever make a sound
In a log cabin, far from here
Lay a body full of bugs and ears that no longer hear
And it decays and decays, all it's history rotting with it
Body dismembered, too far gone to classify
As a man or woman, young or old
How it died, the story untold
Did it scream to be heard and found?
Even around nobody, did it sound?