African Eternity by Maureen M. Smith A leafless and gnarled acacia tree curls over rippled sand, as if to say, I am watching you and have been for an eternity. The sand never speaks, knowing it is older than the tree and holds like a mother’s breast the moisture for its roots. Far away a mirage flickers, the strand of light waves goodbye, disappears into infinity. © 2003 by Maureen M. Smith. All rights reserved. Home