Face of Africa

A dry smiles on the face of the cloud soaking up the rain of tomorrow, whirl sound hummering from the forest, whispering the deepiest knowledge of the nature. farthest in the belly of the ground lie treasures for the pleasures of all and sundry, murmuring from the heart of an embryo in her mother's tommy echoing the wisdom of the future........ Behind the mountain lies the discrete of the elders for the pundent seeking the horizon of the sun at the side of the moon where the dreams of the youth stands..... And to the sparkling of the star encloning the vision of the future. In the faces of bush where shelters begins to the hunting of the prey a word kept resounding on the mind of primitive.