Echoes and calls across the valley they rise and fall,
distant voices barely recognisable,
echoes and calls to someone seemingly miles away,
echoes and calls that lift into the air and that carry everywhere,
echoes and calls,
some happy,
some sad in a dream I had of a dystopian air,
echoes and calls,
meaningless but meaning everything,
these voices that haunt,
these voices that taunt,
these voices that disturb me and chill me,
and that plague my mind casting shadows upon the times,
and evocations of shadowy figures in my dreams,
that pluck the stars out of the heavens and that fill my mind,
with floods of antediluvian thoughts,
and in a very short time,
religious imagery flashes before my eyes,
and in them, God is sat in a corner watching the world,
and the people upon the Earth,
and God he cries,
and I, I offer him a tissue and he let out a massive sigh,
why oh why, he asks do they not realise,
that human beings were only a joke to me,
and I added them to the Earth at the last minute,
and now I wish I had not, for they only make me cry.
Why oh, why oh why he asks,
and I wish I knew,
because now,
sat watching God,
I understand,
why there so many Oceans,
and seas upon the Earth,
and across the many lands,
so many Oceans and seas,
multiplied,
multiplied by the tears that he has cried,
so many times,
and then,
in the blink of an eye,
I awake,
and I find myself upon a lake in a boat,
with no other humans upon the Earth,
and I cry and I cry, and I cry,
why God,
why, oh why, oh why,
why do not you come down here,
and join me I shout,
but all I hear back is a sigh,
and his tear drops begin to fall again,
and I feel his loneliness inside,
and I too cry,
and cry,
and cry,
but surprisingly,
after all that God said about humans,
he kindly drops me a tissue from the sky.