Still

 

If a peeling streak of lightning 

came rippling towards the crown 

of some great and ancient oak tree 

rooted to a grassy mound 

and if with sublime majesty 

that tree came toppling down 

would it even let a whisper out 

if no one was around?

And would the after rumbles 

echo through some sleepy town 

where crying little children 

huddled from the hellish pounds 

of a Heaven flushed with anger 

and a spite that knows no bounds 

that a tree which lived 300 years

could fall without a sound.