The sun still shines
When behind a cloud,
It's light is hidden
By the shroud.

Water still flows,
Day or night,
It doesn't stop
When out of sight.

Wind still blows
If you stay or go,
Your presence doesn't
Make it so.

The tree still falls
When it can't be heard.
To say it doesn't
Is just absurd.

These things are natural,
Like breathing air.
They don't just happen
When you are there.

See it or not
It matters little.
The water still boils
In the kettle.