if a tree falls and nobody is there should it make a recording

so that we all may hear it scream, tweet, so the birds that one day called it home

can carry word  of it’s strident surrender?

maybe this tree is happy to fall and rest in quiet reflection

of it’s once verdant splendour, at peace with its latest role

as the newest crossing over the forest stream and 

residence with swank for those of more legs and sense in a marasmiun bloom