10/14/2026
The Song Carried by the Wind
I was taught by the elders
that every soul carries a river,
and every river remembers
the footsteps of those who came before.
The earth does not hurry its seasons,
the seed does not fear the darkness.
It rests beneath the soil,
waiting for the voice of the morning.
I carry the prayers of my grandmothers,
the quiet strength of ancient hands,
and the wisdom of those
who listened before they spoke.
The sky keeps the stories of our people,
the mountains guard the dreams of our children.
What is given with love will return,
like a song that finds its way home.
So I walk gently upon this life,
not as a stranger passing through,
but as a child of the earth,
holding yesterday and tomorrow together.
🎨Artist and storyteller: Dorothy Vera
