a story

a sparrow fell in the forest. no one was around. it did make a sound,
though no one heard it but the sparrow itself. the sound was the last
thing it heard. it lay on the ground, decomposed, and seeds fell where
its body had been.

in time, a great tree rose from where the seeds had fallen. slowly.
steadily. the tree never knew from where it came, yet the sound of the
fallen sparrow was remembered thereby, merely a whisper of a ghost in
its great limbs.

ghost