Trees

Trees

If I were to die tonight, would anyone care?

Would anyone see?

Would I make a sound, or die like a tree?

And If I die like a tree,

How would it come to be?

Would I fall with the force of an oak?

Or would I suffocate in my own pine smoke?

Could man cut me down, like so many others?

Would I drown in my own tears, for my fallen brothers?

However I come to be,

I can only hope I end just being me.