Are trees lonesome ?

Where the trees die alone,

No man ever walks.

They live their lives, short or long,

Amongst the forest, gathered in a green crowd,

They tell tales of trees once great,

Foliage brighter than the morning sun.

Where trees die alone,

They care not to think

“ If I fall and not a human soul

Is there to see it,

Did I fall still?”.

For, there, man is nothing but a rumour,

A distant fantasy and thrilling danger.

Where trees die alone,

Alone they are not.

The hills and their kin will

Sing them down to the ground.

The low branches will softly

Caress their bark,

And as they breathe their last breath

The trees fall into a sheltered rest.