When the wind shifts, and the drums return, I will be there
I was here when the sky had no name.
Before man carved rivers on paper
and told the wind where to stop.
I walked the valleys when they were still breath,
when the mountains hummed the names of unborn stars.
I drank from waters that had no edge,
and slept beneath trees that knew no shadow.
You came barefoot,
not to conquer,
but to listen.
You learned the shape of the land by resting on it,
the way a child learns a mother’s heartbeat.
You sang to the corn,
you prayed with smoke,
and your children wore the wind in their hair.
I watched you build lives from bark and hope.
I watched you lose them
to fire, to steel, to silence.
I saw you taken.
Your words buried.
Your names erased.
But I also saw your eyes —
and in them, the fire never died.
I am not your god.
I am not your weapon.
I am the earth remembering you.
I carry your grief in my spine,
your songs in my paws,
your courage in the stillness of my breath.
When the world forgets,
I will not.
I am the bear who watches —
not from above,
but beside.
I remember you,
even when you no longer say your own name aloud.
And when the wind shifts,
and the drums return,
I will be there —
not to roar,
but to welcome you home.
~
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