One Lone Tree

There is an old riddle that runs through my mind right now; "If a tree fell in an empty forest, would anyone hear it fall?"

Of course the forest is not empty, is it? It is surrounded by other trees. Birds roost in their branches and creatures live below. The real question then must be; "If a tree falls in a forest, does anyone care?"

At the moment, my mind twists that question around. "If a tree cried out in the forest, would anyone hear that cry? Would anyone care?"

For we are all a part of a forest and yet we are all lone trees. Part of a whole yet separated as we have never been before.

I am falling. I am crying out. My roots are being pulled apart and my branches shaken with such force that I feel I can no longer withstand the pressure.

Can anybody hear me?

© Alison Pearce 2008

The purpose of this piece of prose is simple. If you know someone with depression, anxiety or going through any number of things that are weighing them down; reach out and let them know that you care. Let them know that you hear.

If you are one of those people suffering; I hear you.