Have you ever heard?

The sound of a million rain drops

On a million leaves

From above the canopy

On a hilltop

Overlooking miles of rolling pasture

Separating you from the forest

Where the leaves hang

Oblivious to their fate

Upward toward the sun

Shunning neither wind or water’s wrath

Existing for the sole purpose

Of existing

Complaining not of the lack of organic

Food or how the herbicide a farmer

At the top of one hill applied so he could

Grow coffee will eventually affect the water supply

Or the drought

Or the harvesting of ancient hardwoods

Or the economy

Or war

Or starvation

Or homelessness

Or love?

I have.

Make my day