Forest. Witness.

Maze of life, web of support, witness of happenings; forest is those and more.

This is home too

Beats reverberate from different drums from all over the room. There’s chatter to accompany it, people yapping in twos or threes. Then laughter. And the drums begin again. The beat is a faithful companion. The words are like fleeting lovers, a hint of a touch and off they go. They are hardly audible above the

Of anonymous bow-bows and meow-meows

What is keeping us here?