The Silent Forest

In a mood of solemnity, I wander through a vast and lonely forest. Guided only by intuition and conceptual analogy, I struggle to navigate through the mire. With these words I attempt to capture the journey and invite you to join me in it.

If a tree falls in the forest and there is no one to hear, does it make a sound?
Is sound a property in man or ground?
Primary, secondary; inherent, perceived
Events transpire by way they’re received
If an atrocity is committed and no one mourns, where is there tragedy?
One by one, round the circuit lives run raggedy

If a tree falls in the forest and there is no one to hear, does it make a sound?
Once a memory is lost can it ever be found?
Gross misfortunes immortalize the hordes
Lives untorortured posterity seldom records
If the divine spirit passed with sacrifice and sorcery, when is there god?
A bated hook drops within, projected from the mighty rod

If a tree falls in the forest and there is no one to hear, does it make a sound?
Can there be life without mind or yet with time consciouslessly unwound?
A pattern of motion or the child of thought
Truths mostly pass off as accordingly taught
If six million perish and none remain, who is there transgressed?
What can be said for oppression without the oppressed?

If a tree falls in the forest and there is no one to hear, does it make a sound?
Absent his subjects, can a king ever be crowned?
Suppose a family is destroyed leaving no remnants
Will the world take heart of its erstwhile eminence?
If I walk alone through an abandoned lot
I will be mindful that here a forest once stood. Did it not?

Warmer Times

In these cold times I cant help but think about those perfect days in the summer when all I want to do is  enjoy the weather and relax on a lake. When I think of those times this is what I see...