Craaaack, groooaan, swooooosh, kaboom!

Deep in the forest a tree hit the ground.

No one was around. Did it make a sound?

The perfect conundrum for ancient philosophers

Their time and space so different from ours

Almost forgotten, the birds, bees and flowers

Sadly, we worship steel and cement towers

Much more technology!

Far less ecology!

Craaaack, groooaan, swooooosh, kaboom!

Deep in the forest a tree hit the ground.

Was anyone there when it was downed?

Brilliantly back dropped by a sea of green

Plethora of colors like any unseen

Up in the lush canopy akin to the ocean

Trillions of leaves, incessant motion

Way down below, a mighty howl

The strong and hungry are on the prowl

Craaaack, groooaan, swooooosh, kaboom!

Deep in the forest a tree hit the ground.

Does anyone care if it made a sound?

Perfectly camouflaged, jaguar salivates

Sitting on a log, hiker contemplates

Humbled by the awesome dimension

Not even the slightest apprehension

Giving in to a protective notion

Carefully applying repellant lotion

Craaaack, groooaan, swooooosh, kaboom!

Somewhere nearby a tree hit the ground.

What if it hadn’t made a sound?

Too close for comfort, hiker knows

Could’ve been dinner, but different wind blows

Philosopher at heart, he looks for meaning

This chance encounter, oh so revealing

One life spared, dinner denied

What if falling trees are multiplied?

Craaaack, groooaan, swooooosh, kaboom!

With increasing frequency trees hit the ground.

Are we capable of understanding this sound?

Bulldozers clearing, fires burning

Loggers working, axes churning

Habitats shrinking, bellies crying

Cities growing, forests dying

Terribly alarming!

Global warming!

Craaaack, groooaan, swooooosh, kaboom!

Around the globe shrinking forests abound.

Our collective silence continues to astound!