A single tree makes no forest, it\'s clear,
Alone, it stands, stark against the dark sky,
Its leaves whisper secrets only I hear,
In the silence, it asks me, \"Why?\"
One string makes no music, it lies still,
An empty promise of a song unsung,
The silence, a void no notes can fill,
A muted voice where no melody\'s sprung.
Loneliness deep, in shadows it weaves,
A thread of despair through time\'s endless loom,
Yet, hope still stirs beneath fallen leaves,
A dream of a forest, a song in bloom.
In solitude\'s grip, we seek and we yearn,
For the forest\'s embrace, the music\'s return.