When tongues are silent the stones will speak. As will the trees and the rivers and the rainbows and the stars.
When tongues cease, all things will speak gladly, freely.
The stones will speak of crumbling and the crucible.
The trees will speak of their unquenchable thirst and deep roots and seasons.
The rivers will speak of the ocean, and the rainbows will speak of the sun.
The stars will speak their infinite wisdom in a twinkling whisper.
Short Stories by Richard 