Silence

When a silence falls
in the forest
and no one is around
to hear,
does a tree
sacrifice itself
to fill the awkward void?

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A version of this poem first appeared on Bluesky. Whispered into the acoustic sensors of the sleeping dreaming android, it prompted the electric sheep to generate one more tomorrow…

The AI has rendered the poem as happy little trees in a happy little woods. Bob Ross would be so proud!