if one falls in the Forest of Dreams

would it be like a tree
falling in an unpeopled forest,
no one to bear witness but
the ground from which the roots
tear, to which the branches
smash without ceremony,
so that the tree wonders
if it really fell at all?

but the trees, the fellow trees
surely notice the air touch
roots through the broken earth,
the sun warm leaves through
gaping canopy, their branches
slapped in falling passing tumble?

Surely the trees bear witness
to the falling, the passing
life from their midst, do not
remain unchanged? It is so?


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