Did it ever really fall?
If there is limit to how thoughts do grow
In time, I find a mind once bright does dull
If river dries, did ever really flow?
And thus is nothing heard in forest null
A tree once fell, but not does slowly rot
A thought once known does now fall down beneath
Below the roots, hidden in leaves that knot
My chains disguised by roots- this simple sheath
But when in hidden forest man does walk
He finds my words beneath the grown out trees
And thus he knows where I once breathed; did talk
The leaves he feels within his hand don't flee
This permanence we give another proves
Without validity no one improves
