The landscape was uniform at one point. I imagined the green carpet of tree crowns intermingled to prevent the sun rays from touching the earth around their moist roots. I could hear them whisper through the wind, “not today…” Then the winds howled and the ground shook. Some of their branches broke and crushed their young, their hearts wailed in agony as they peered out into the distance at the upraised crooked wall of rocks that appeared out of nowhere. The uniformity was broken, children were killed, families forever separated in the name of change.
Bat Mountain is located in the Southern Region of Guyana, South America. Imposing in appearance and wondrous to behold, Bat Mountain produces and aura of mystique and tranquility. This ancient landscape is fertile ground for one’s prehistoric presumptions.