Left Unheard

Should a tree fall in the woods,
If it falls to the forest floor,
If there’s nobody around,
Does it really make a sound?

There’s nobody to hear it,
Not a single living soul,
Just trees and leaves and undergrowth,
All as silent as the oak.

The winds can keep on spinning,
They surely cause a sound,
But if there’s nobody around,
Does it? Does it really?

These woods will remain silent,
When nobody listens at all,
They creak and groan and sway,
But nobody hears as they fall.