I cried to his form for days. Like a mountain he stood silently. Until one day finally, with a terrible crack like a fallen tree, he turned his neck and looked down upon me.

" I am too tired to hear you. There are daggers on my fingers. Go away now. Go away until the leaves turn green here again. "

Inspired by Zach Farache's " tired " which can be found here https://soundcloud.com/zachfarache/tired