If a tree falls in the forest ...
Can you hear that?
Try a little harder.
We all have a voice.
The trouble is were too concerned
With making our own heard.
We all speak at once.
All the voices get tangled together.
Pretty soon, I cant distinguish mine from yours,
His from hers.
Each of us thinks our own is best.
We love hearing the sound it makes.
Our heads are held a little bit higher.
Our chests are puffed out a little bit more.
But everyone is separate,
Were all so narrow-minded.
Our ears only hear the sound that comes out of our own mouth.
They are dull,
But our vocal chords arent.
They crack from overuse.
Because people think theyre not heard,
They shout louder,
They want to make sure their own voice is heard
Because their way is best.
Put up posters,
Hand out flyers,
Hold protests or speeches or campaigns.
All to make sure people are listening to them.
But the funny thing is,
They never listen themselves.
Pretty soon youve got art and politics and government and economics And media and society all screaming to be heard.
But all it is is noise.
And it causes fighting and corruption
And scandal and hatred and prejudice
Toward people who are our brothers,
All because were too proud to admit,
That maybe hes right,
Maybe she knows what shes talking about.
Maybe its not just about making our own opinions, beliefs, and voice heard.
We could learn so much more.
We could grow so much more,
Be at peace more,
We wouldnt have to be so afraid
If we would all just stop
Jayne Ruppert is a senior at Westside Christian High School who is a regular columnist for the Lake Oswego Review. To contact her, email email@example.com.Add a comment