Under the Mother Moon

Under the Mother Moon The night hums with the song of beginnings, soft as the heartbeat beneath the stars. Life returns to life, a circle unbroken, eternal in its grace. The Great Spirit breathes through her silence, and the wind carries her prayer of love. In her arms rests tomorrow— fragile, sacred, whole. From her strength, the world remembers, that gentleness is the oldest power, and love— The first language ever spoken.