RAINFOREST
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!
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