Hello.
I see you crying. Sitting there among the trees.
I feel your heart beating in time with the wind.
Your soul is tired and your eyes grow heavy.
The grass no longer grows green for you and the flowers have all wilted and died.
Listen to the whispers of the leaves that float in the air.
They all make the Great Descent. Just as I have. Just as you do.
I see you listen but you do not hear. You do not understand.
Hello child.
My face is wrinkled by our memories together. Our shared smiles and laughs. Our shared tears and cries.
My arms, although weak, are open to you and the wind sings our song.
Your stare is cold. Empty. You do not see me.
If I had a heart, it would shatter for you. But I do not. I only exist here, in this place. This place where the grass is watered by your tears.
Where the soil is tamed by your feet.
Where the trees hum a tune of sorrow.
I am only here.
Hello. Take me with you.
