the mountain

the mountain was surprised to see his face inside a dew one morning and said to the dew - how come a little creature like you could hold my face. how is it possible for you? the dew smiled and said - we all hold each other secretly, sometimes inside the song of our silence and sometimes inside our tears - it is not the size that matters it is the essence and our courage to weep when touched - remember dear friend, inside each of us there is something that cannot be destroyed. upon hearing this, the mountain was moved beyond description and started weeping -