The Wolf’s Gentle Grace
Beneath a sky of endless blue so wide,
Where snowy peaks in silent splendor bide,
A Native maiden, Nita, stood with pride,
Her spirit fierce, her heart an open guide.
Her braids adorned with beads of turquoise hue,
Fringed garments danced, their patterns pure and true,
Beside a stream where mountain waters flew,
She walked with grace, her dreams in morning dew.
A white wolf joined her, eyes of azure flame,
A guardian spirit, wise, with no one to tame,
Its fur like snow, a whisper of its name,
Together they stood, their purpose all the same.
Nita had known the sting of lonely years,
Her village small, its people drowned in fears,
Yet in her heart, she held back bitter tears,
For kindness bloomed where sorrow often steers.
One fateful morn, a stranger came to view,
A weary soul, his eyes with grief imbued,
He’d lost his kin, his hope had gone askew,
Alone he felt, the world a darkened hue.
Nita approached, her wolf a gentle sign,
She offered bread, her smile a sacred line,
“Take heart,” she said, her voice a soft divine,
“You’re not alone, our paths now intertwine.”
The wolf sat near, its presence pure and still,
A silent vow, a bond no storm could kill,
The stranger wept, his heart began to fill,
With hope renewed, a warmth against the chill.
Nita then spoke of tales her elders told,
Of unity, of kindness pure as gold,
She gave him strength, a spirit to unfold,
A friend to hold, in stories new and old.
The mountains watched, their peaks in quiet song,
The stream beside them hummed a tune so strong,
Nita and wolf, they righted every wrong,
For kindness shared can make the weak belong.
The stranger smiled, his burden now set free,
He found a home, a newfound family,
Through Nita’s grace, he saw what he could be,
A light of hope, beneath the sky’s decree.
Kindness, she knew, was hope for those who roam,
Who think they’re lost, forsaken, and alone,
A gentle hand can build a heart a home,
A wolf’s soft gaze, a love that’s never shown.
So by the stream, with mountains standing tall,
Nita and wolf answered a sacred call,
To lift the lonely, break their inner wall,
And show the world that kindness heals us all.
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