Keeper of the Ancestral Wind He stands where mist learns to breathe, an eagle woven from forest and

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Keeper of the Ancestral Wind
He stands where mist learns to breathe,
an eagle woven from forest and sky.
Feathers ripple like quiet drums,
each mark a memory
pressed gently into time.
Gold symbols rest upon his wings—
not ornaments,
but teachings.
Stories carried by those
who learned the land by listening,
not by taking.
His eye holds the patience of mountains,
the clarity of rivers before names.
He sees the paths we walk
and the ones we have forgotten,
yet he does not turn away.
The wind knows him.
It lifts his feathers with respect,
carrying prayers upward
where they can finally rest.
He is not above us.
He is beside us—
reminding the earth
how to remember itself,
reminding us
that spirit still lives
in every breath we choose to honor