On Contemplating the Sound of A Lone Tree Falling
there is something almost zen like, about a foot being stamped quietly
don’t you think,
it reminds me so much, of a tree, falling in a forest, with no one to hear
whether it cries, whispers or roars, on that last fateful journey ..
still, there are those, who assume it would surely, release one last gasp,
or a sigh .. and although I can
dream, in truth, such sounds would be for you and heard, by your ears only ..
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This is false advertising in my reckoning, Neville.
'On Contemplating the Sound of A Lone Foot Falling Gently' would be much more descriptive of the situation's essence here.
Don't worry, I'm always keeping an ear out for the tree....all seems peaceful to me.....đĻģ
every now n zen my imagination gets the better of me .. and then, the pen takes over grasshopper đđ
It's not whether the tree makes a sound, but that the tree lived. đđ
Fir enough Sir Friend đđ
KP stamps her foot loudly when I don't give her botox money. She throws her toys out of the pram! lol.
Just as an aside, wasn't there a TV series yonks back that you featured in .. Orchidee & Hutch
Thanks N. Yes, they kept me in the Hutch. I was a wild mutant creature! lol.
That contemplation in life takes us to so many places Neville.
Andy
Thanks Andy, that's kinda true but best not dwell on it too long ya tea'll get cold and I aint talkin ducks .. đĻđĻ
How sad for the lonely tree. I like the idea of loved ones being close at hand when breathing your last. I have such an affinity with trees, I swear I heard this one Neville. A tree hugger first and foremost.
well that makes two of us .. maybe we should get it on and make a forest, or wood you prefer a coppice đ
:and if a tree fall toward the south, or toward the north, in the place where the tree falleth, there it shal be.
I wondered if Solomon was out gathering mushrooms that day.
you just neva know what lies around the next corner do ya .. but if you listen hard, maybe you just might hear it cumming
Never know what you might hear in the woods.
When the last tree falls, gosh my mind is rippled with imagination, loneliness, no one is immune to it. đš
how write you are .. not even us saplings my little bush .. đš
a thought to end all thoughts.
the very last tree on earth.....falls!
one for the archives here;
some would call it pulp fiction .. Cheers aDM đ
Beauty.
Well wood ya know it .. ta Tom n truly .. Neville
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