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 ..