"If a tree falls"
Amelia Dunn
If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to notice does it make a sound?
Does its impact even hit the ground?
Will the wind still whistle
Or will silence echo in the burrows of what once was
what once was must be forgot
for leaves will fall again next autumn
and shoots will spawn in the spring
does sadness fill you as you stare at an empty home
or do you dance with excitement at the new creations that bloom within you
knock down this wall and we’ll have a dream home
But someone else’s once was must now be forgot
what once was must be forgot
for leaves will fall again next autumn
and shoots will spawn in the spring
do you ever want to pick all the flowers to take home their beauty
but then remember on the walk back
you’ve killed what once was and stripped them from their home
just to fill the empty burrows of your own
does your own happiness outweigh the presence of others
are you superior
do you gather flowers for the home you built on someone else’s refuge
and frolic amongst empty crevices unscathed
does your god complex out rule you from the damages you create
as you turn your back and wave
your silence speaks of a thousand names
Your presence is impactful but there’s is still blamed
Someone running in the woods WILL trip and fall over the cavity of a being that once stood tall
someone’s life WILL be destroyed as you strip back the walls that barely resemble the home they once knew
someone WILL notice their garden is now bare of the beauty that once bloomed
it’s okay
what once was must be forgot
for leaves will fall again next autumn
and shoots will spawn in the spring
but shoots can’t spawn if the saplings never scattered amongst the ground of their mother
leaves can’t fall if the trunk that holds strong was taken by another
the wind’s whistle won’t be heard if an army of alarms consumes and smothers
a nation is silenced
because if a tree falls down in the forest and no one was around to listen did it really make a sound
silence speaks a thousand words
but the thunder that rolls in its hollows shudders even louder
the screams of a mother losing her child echoes for an eternity
the sound of death knell echo as warning from once sturdy infrastructure
the rumble of machinery shatters the glass of what once was
Silence is impactful Until it is enforced
perception is a construct
and construction is a cage
society collapses and a country...
