What are you doing up here
I heard a voice so plain and clear.
An old growth forest has no voice.
No vocal cords to question my choice.
Perhaps my mission was not so harmless.
To take a chainsaw into the realm of the armless.
Was trying to find a burl to carve.
Enough to awaken their voice so starved.
Had I angered this peaceful green dome.
Had I shattered the silence of their sacred home.
I looked for the source of the voice as far as I could see.
Maybe someone was hiding behind a huge old maple tree.
I made it my purpose to find the speaker.
As time went by my resolve became weaker.
I was in no hurry, I could wait Them out.
Even in my haunting doubt.
There was no wind, I waited for a sound.
Now more in the direction of the profound.
Where there had been silence not a breeze.
A small twister arose, shaking the trees.
Now I felt the need to appease.