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20h
When a tree falls in the forest,

is it heard by the stone?

As it whispers to the grass,

one last and final groan.

Does the moss cradle it's dying branches,

While creeks and rivers stop their flow?

Or does it die as it lived?

still and silent, all alone.
Written by
James Ronald Moon III  27/M/USA
(27/M/USA)   
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