If a Rhyme is Written in the Forest, and No One is There, Is it Read?

Think of Note in a Bottle,
pretty Color, paisley Mottle.
Won’t wash Up on Distant Shores,
seen by Hikers eating Smores.

Write in Ravens, Rats, and Pigs,
smartest Creatures – Forest Gigs.
Have them Laughing in the Trails,
wiggling Noses – flapping Tails.

Sit on Crest of Forest High,
right On top Close to the Sky.
Paper Airplane is the Trick,
launch it Off to Forest Thick.

While You sit There all Alone,
report the Answer few have Known,
When a Tree falls To the Ground,
does it Really make a Sound?