What Is Real

I saw a tree crying in the rain A woman hurting with no pain  The wind blowing but I couldn't prove it The earth spinning but I could not move it The song itself could not sing The thought it travelled with no wings The words alone could not speak  The gauge could measure but could not heat The ocean roared but could not rain The valley moves not yet isn't lame, and a deck of cards can't play a game A knife can cut but can't taste the meat And a drum can never hear a beat yet a broken heart can keep on beating Fall leafs can fall without leaving But can you cry without your tears? Can time go by and not make years? Can you lose your mind and still be sane? Can she hurt . . . and not feel pain? And a tree can't cry in pouring rain But looks can be deceiving and memories can fail Perhaps it was the woman crying in the rain, and the tree that could not feel For who's to say what's really real?