a tree falls in the forest
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a tree falls in the forest and nobody hears the sound.
a bird loses their nest, the same nest they spent days building.
newly nomadic, the bird sets out on another flight and flies too far.
the bird must learn to live in the city.
a youth with no purpose hears birdsong in the park.
filled with inspiration, he goes on an impulsive camping trip.
he uses the branches from a fallen tree to make a fire.
he dreams as he stares into the flames, and discovers his destiny.
bugs crawl over a buried fire ring towards a rotting log.
each one takes what they need from it.
each one has unseen struggles, losses, and victories,
begetting yet more struggles, losses, and victories.
the tree cares not about whether it is remembered.
the tree was always significant.
it is engraved into the memory of the world.
its passing had consequences, myriad eternal chains of causality.
a tree falls in the forest. the sound doesn't matter.