The Sound of a Fallen Tree

[Verse] Seen ain't believing, nah, it's carving in stone Blindfolded sculptors chipping thoughts of their own Whispers of the forest, leaves dance in retreat Fallen tree’s a cipher, echoes stuck on repeat [Chorus] Masterpiece or a mockery, half-sketched frames Truth’s in the eye, memory plays shadow games Noise collapses inward, lost in hollow wraps Master’s brush don't touch ordinary scraps [Verse 2] Splinters in the silence, angles scatter astray Masters pluck at moments like strings in decay The songbird gone rogue, feathers stitched to a dream Not every thread slaps gold; some just unravel the seam [Bridge] Ever seen a ghost painting? It hangs in the dark Breathing life in stillness where vision ain't stark Y'all sleeping on echoes, sharp edges mask the breeze Fallen wood don't wake ears that tune out the freeze [Chorus] Masterpiece or a mockery, half-sketched frames Truth’s in the eye, memory plays shadow games Noise collapses inward, lost in hollow wraps Master’s brush don't touch ordinary scraps [Verse 3] Branches snap beats, drums in Mother Earth pulse Roots rebel and tangle, nature’s built-in suspense Some call it organic; others, trash gone free Shadows sip the fallen; silence calls debris