The Fallen Tree

Like grass in spring it shifts and sways
But no one sees the base decay
The fall at any moment may
Make sound not found in any way

The question asked by many here
If tree falls down will any hear
If it’s found where no one’s near?
Makes no sound it does appear

But questions really will it sound
If here and there no one’s around
Can any hear if sounds not found
No matter if they’re near the ground?

The words we speak may go unseen
But does that say they have no mean
Does silence say there is no scene
Or does it mean a different thing?

Written words inside your head
Words alive but never read
Does this mean the words are dead
If written just inside the head?

But written down on paper too
Not to be shared not to be viewed
Written living life anew
In silent glory humble pew.

Like stars they hide behind the sun
Despite their glorious beauty won
When sparkling in the evening, fun.
The words, they shine despite the ton.

Though not spoken they can be quite loud
The silence like a booming crowd
The silence tells its story found
The silence fills the room around.

So tree falls in an open field
The dust blows up, the grass unhealed
The scars they burn, the tree is killed
A fallen log, sound past its yield.