I dreamt I was a tree as delicate and broken as you are, as vast and shadowy as you are, trembling like the water falling over you, warm as someone nestled deep in the ground until winter came and you froze, you shattered, you were not able, you reached for us, and you spread yourself out above us like a big umbrella, saving us from the storms and the thorny lash of raindrops on our skin. This is how you got so weary, merely by keeping us dry and sheltering us.