Hi viewer, this one's for you. Again, not prepared (thereby decoding the mystery of the use of the word spontaneous), so don't be too critical. Ah be critical, see if I care.
A good one two
Leaves surround the silence of the forest with a rustling hush
As if the trees have a secret they give away as their leaves fall
And on settling on the ground take their secrets back and give
Them to the earth as nutrition, food for the great Secret of Nature
But at this time of year the secret grows up as sap and gives life
Once more leading the trees to life and silent action, living, quiet
For they will not give any secrets away again for a season or two
Will not make any noise until they are in the process of dying
A piano flying through the air is an image borrowed from art
Which while flying remians unerringly still in motion, silently falling
But which bangs on landing into a hundred pieces, pieces
Of sound and death, noise and chips, dead trees and music, life
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