and does it matter

[fledgist]

if there's no sound we don't know we are there
at the wood's end where the trees are old and tall
we can't hear any voices cannot hear the call
that once was shouted through the fragrant air
before one could say what the means of care
or why more distant objects seemed so very small
the earth we knew was a large bluegreen ball
and there was no place anywhere more fair
now we have heard the message come we'll blame
the messenger since we have no way to reach
the source and let it know exactly how we feel
there's a desire to give our fears their proper name
to use them as a new device to learn or teach
but that requires a new turn of the wheel