The everlasting riddle, stating
“If a tree falls in a forest with nobody
Around to hear, does it still
Make a sound?”
The answer’s quite profound
If nobody bears witness
The tree does not exist to us,
In our simplified version of a complex
World, so eternal and ethereal
Any sound is immaterial
Existence
A pretty word with a jubilant sound
So involved with our everyday lives
That we feel with every breath
Yet more misunderstood than Death
The sense of being that permeates
Every cell of every creature of
Every land. It’s the reason for the moonlight
And logic for the sun
Combining elements into One.
That hope that you have a place
That you belong somewhere
In the grand scheme of things
And to have a reason to exist
Is what I felt that night we kissed.
Author notes
I combined two sources of inspiration for this:
This quote:
"To be great is to be misunderstood."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
And this picture:
http://aura0.gaia.com/photos/48/479929/xlarge/water_drop_flowers1.jpg
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Comments
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Nice last line... takes a twist at the end that works well. I also like,
"Existence
A pretty word with a jubilant sound...
Yet more misunderstood than Death."
That's an interesting contrast, the idea that people almost take life for granted but are afraid to die
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