Cause and Effect

So a tree falls.
So.
This collection of foliage,
Which I collected,
Because I fed off of its green rhythms
Because I fed off of its blue rhythms
(And the green and the blue were new harmonies of the mind,
Accompanied by the wind,
By shadows, these shadows prancing at her feet
Like blue and green panthers
In the world of the mind)
So this harmony of chromatic rhythms, zoo and zither
Falls,
And it is a trick of the wind and a trick of the roots
Being cast into new harmonies
Of ever independent mold.