If the song of birds had not ceased, And their peaceful home were still standing, Who would make a sound? If the graceful spider had not been murdered, And its’ aerial fabric still stretched against the breeze, Who would care? If the pine trees had not succumb to an arboreal holocaust, And were ground to dust Who would notice? The Solipsists’ inquiry, morns the extinguished soul of nature If we listened to the forest, Then no tree would have to fall.
A fine rebuttal you make at the end to the distressful beginning statements. Though, then again, death is a fact of life, so can it be entierly wrong to find some good in what would otherwise seem singularly tragic?
This was a very thought-provoking poem. Well done! So often others ignore the cries of the sublime wildernesses; sometimes nature is destroyed for man's greedy profit, and such sweet and meditative places are overexploited horribly. I'm a sincere supporter environmental conservation, and have always loved Keats and Shelley's poems about beautiful songbirds as well. Peace! "If we listened to the forest Then no tree would have to fall." *The ending is really good.
