On Contemplating the Sound of A Lone Tree Falling

there is something almost zen like, about a foot being stamped quietly don’t you think,
it reminds me so much, of a tree, falling in a forest, with no one to hear it
or whether it cries, whispers or roars, on that last fateful journey ..
still, there are those, who assume it would surely, release one last gasp or a sigh,
and though I can dream, in truth, such sounds would be for you and heard by your ears only ..