Cacophony A forest is never silent. We journey deep into Nature’s green heart Searching for that elusive moment of quiet and solitude. We seek a peace that doesn’t exist. A forest is never silent. When a tree falls, does it make a sound If we are not there to hear? Of course it does. How preposterous. A forest is alive. It exists without us. A forest is never silent. Leaves tap out a cypher from the wind Birds twill a melody of love. Squirrels scold and chatter. Bugs, flies, and bees add white noise To Nature’s cacophony A forest is never silent. It roars at us until All thought is driven from our brain. In that absence. In our loss of self. There is solitude.
