Feathers

Feathers of the Moon The night teaches silence, and in that silence, a thousand voices rise. Feathers drift like prayers, carrying the weight of remembrance, yet falling as lightly as hope. The moon gathers them all, each a heartbeat of the ancestors, each a promise that nothing is lost when carried by spirit. Between breath and stillness, we learn the oldest truth: that every step of the people is lifted by wings unseen, guiding us back to the circle of light.