They say the Horse was not born in stillness.
It was born in motion, where freedom, strength, and spirit are boundless.
But instead of being tamed, it learned to roam —
to run where the earth meets the sky, chasing the horizon.
In the stories of the Native people, the Horse is a messenger of the soul’s wild journey,
not bound by fences or roads, but by the whispers of the wind and the call of the land.
It listens to the heartbeat of the earth,
knows the songs of the stars,
and carries with it the power of the untamed.
Its coat — though simple — reflects the colors of dawn, dusk, and the vast plains.
Because the Horse is not just a beast of burden,
but a symbol of freedom, of spirit unchained.
The elders call it WíiyayA —
“The One Who Runs with the Wind.”
If you see a Horse, do not hold it back.
It carries a message — not of the earth alone,
but of the boundless skies where the soul is free to roam.
They say the Horse was not born in stillness.
It was born in motion, where freedom, strength, and spirit are boundless.
But instead of being tamed, it learned to roam —
to run where the earth meets the sky, chasing the horizon.
In the stories of the Native people, the Horse is a messenger of the soul’s wild journey,
not bound by fences or roads, but by the whispers of the wind and the call of the land.
It listens to the heartbeat of the earth,
knows the songs of the stars,
and carries with it the power of the untamed.
Its coat — though simple — reflects the colors of dawn, dusk, and the vast plains.
Because the Horse is not just a beast of burden,
but a symbol of freedom, of spirit unchained.
The elders call it WíiyayA —
“The One Who Runs with the Wind.”
If you see a Horse, do not hold it back.
It carries a message — not of the earth alone,
but of the boundless skies where the soul is free to roam.
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