If a tree falls in a forest
And no one's around to hear it
Does it even make a sound?
Of course it does
What a stupid question
Just because your ears
Did not hear
The tumble of the timber
Doesn't mean it didn't happen.
When we close our ears off to the world
Things happen
Whether we want it to
Or not.
If you really want to hear a tree
Crash its last
And first fall
Open your ears
And you'll hear
The cry of the forest
As it mourns a loss
Of one of its own.
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