How Likely is a Tree to Fall

Coincidences in life

How likely is a tree to fall

And strike me down cold dead

Might Lilian Frank slip a call

Whilst sitting on a sofa bed

 

I once bought a book by Leonard

A few hours after he had died

He was a folk singer remembered

I was sad but I never cried

 

By chance I browsed a piece by Clark

That mentioned meeting old Spike

Charmed strangeness like a coloured quark

I read his war against the Reich

 

Time and space sometimes intersect

At special points of circumstance

Surprising and yet circumspect

In a universe of random chance