“She Walks in Sun and Fire”
She walks in sun and firelight,
A spirit born from earth and sky—
With feathers braided, firm and free,
She carries stories silently.
Her robe is stitched with daisy threads,
With monarch wings and autumn reds.
Each bloom a prayer, each color bold,
Each step a memory softly told.
She does not shout to prove her might,
Her strength is carved in silent fight.
She tends the land, she guards the flame,
She bears her people’s sacred name.
Butterflies dance around her path,
As if they know the strength she hath.
They whisper songs through shifting air,
Of love, of roots, of warrior care.
She stands—a mountain crowned with grace,
The sun behind her fierce embrace.
Both soft and strong, both flame and flower,
She walks within her healing power.
