god, are there things watching over the rivers?

surely you can't keep up with all of them by yourself.

because i think i hear it whispering to me

as it flows beneath my feet,

gurgling, ebbing, overflowing, flooding,

i think it's happy, what with all this rain.

god, do you know what it's like to be alive?

you've lived forever, but can you call it living?

can an immortal being truly be alive

without the threat of death?

god, can you hear my heart pounding?

the rush of my lungs as they fill with air?

my knee aches, can you feel it?

can you see me running, lightning flashing in the distance,

do you know whether i'm running to something, or from it?

god, do the birds chirp for you?

and the flies buzz,

and the wolves howl,

just as humanity prays?

can you hear them?

do you answer them,

provide them with something so simple

as an apple for nourishment?

god, are the trees like you?

ageless beings that watch over us?

do they talk to you,

do their leaves brush against each other in the wind

to sing to you?

do you listen to them?

god, am i here for a reason?

just like the vines for food,

the storms to help them grow?

am i here to replenish,

or to be an aching void,

taking whatever i can?