Sitting Upon a Tree

Sitting upon a tree, I saw something many only ponder.
I saw another tree fall and crash to the ground,
Ending its long and immaculate life.

And I immediately listened, harder than I had ever before.
To answer the age old question, if once it fell would it indeed make a sound,
Or would the result be silent, as if it didn’t happen.

And it fell, swiftly and violently, smashing its age old limbs.
But from hence, came no sound to my ears.
No crash, no crumble, only resounding silence.

The question had been answered. It made not a sound.
And my heart leapt from within at the prospect of knowing the true answer.
But then the terrible realization came to mind.

The realization that I am the only witness to such a feat.
And I realized that even though no sound emanated from this tree,
That the question was still unanswered. I was the only one to hear no sound.

And I was stumbled also by the fact that the question can never be answered,
For even as the tree made no sound as it fell,
Silence is still a sound.