Her name is Amina. The keeper of the tribe's goats, she knows all the paths and all the trails on the great plateau of white stones that stretches all the way to the horizon. She walks and hops on ... [+]
Night whispered,
"The dawn left.".
Moon answered,
"But the sun is still here.".
Sun complained,
"Quiet, they don't know that."
They asked,
"Why the night last so long?"
The wind hide their fire,
blinded their sight by the snowstorm.
Stars laughed,
"They could not see you.".
Cloud smiled,
"We will not let them find you."
Fire sighed,
"One day, you all will be gone.
The dawn will come.
They will find the sun
or me.”
“This will be a new start."
They seek.
"The dawn left.".
Moon answered,
"But the sun is still here.".
Sun complained,
"Quiet, they don't know that."
They asked,
"Why the night last so long?"
The wind hide their fire,
blinded their sight by the snowstorm.
Stars laughed,
"They could not see you.".
Cloud smiled,
"We will not let them find you."
Fire sighed,
"One day, you all will be gone.
The dawn will come.
They will find the sun
or me.”
“This will be a new start."
They seek.