Once misunderstood as a creature of darkness, the crow needs no loud cries to prove its presence.
It watches quietly, a guardian of both shadow and light. The crow does not boast of its strength or wisdom — its power lies in silent patience and steady resilience.
Each beat of its wings is a reminder: true strength is not noise, but the quiet persistence that endures.
The crow does not reject connection; rather, it has found peace within itself.
Like the sunflower turning gently toward the sun, the crow chooses its own path — needing no one’s recognition or understanding, only the freedom to soar high and far, guided by the rhythm of its soul.
And in that silence, the crow grows, heals, and is free.
