When the silence weeps who will dry its tears, who will hear a voice that cannot be heard, who will embrace a spirit that thunders a million mountains and horizons. In the deep of the forest it speaks and wails of a time gone by yet girds up its loins to go in the search of a tomorrow.
The mountains have heard the whispers and so sometimes they speak in mysteries and riddles. The earth reverberates as if dancing to the beating of the drums whilst the elders sit under the muhacha tree telling folklore of the rabbit and the monkey, drinking opaque beer brewed over 7 days to bring flavor. Hear the stories that come from their lips and you can sense the silence listening as well, yet trying to speak. Just listen and embrace the silence because she cries too.
