God Poem by Gregory Huyette

When a tree falls in the forest with no one around,
Does it make noise or is there no sound?
Is existence intrinsic or must someone receive?
Does a thing become real just because we believe?

Is there a hereafter, or is it a figment of the mind,
That we hope for and search for, but will never find?
As for this falling tree, there’s solace I’ve found.
I wonder, but believe that someone gives it sound.