Stormborn & Lunessa
When the sky turns gray at dusk, do you feel the stars start to hum, like a map you can follow? Or do you just listen to the wind and trust the ground?
I stare at the sky, not at the stars humming. The wind's my compass and the ground keeps me steady.
When the wind whispers, do you hear it sketching your path on an invisible map, and when the earth holds you, does it feel like a quiet pulse that keeps the colors of your dreams from fading?
I hear the wind and let it point me forward, no hidden map needed. The earth steadies me, keeping my dream colors from fading.
If the wind already draws your trail, what do you do when it stops? And when the earth steadies your colors, which hue does it guard most fiercely?
When the wind stops, I just stay sharp, listen to the earth, and move on. The ground keeps my colors alive, guarding the green of the wild the fiercest, because that’s where I find life.
Do you think the green of the wild is just a color, or a secret song the ground hums when you walk beside it?