When a tree falls in the forest,
is it heard by the stone?
As it whispers to the grass,
one last and final groan.
Does the moss cradle it's dying branches,
While creeks and rivers stop their flow?
Or does it die as it lived?
still and silent, all alone.
Copyright © James Moon | Year Posted 2016
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