Where the Moon Whispers Peace I stand beneath the full white moon, It's light falling like a prayer. Beside me, the white deer waits— not as a beast, but as a blessing. She looks to the sky, and the stars answer, leaving paw prints of light that drift down between us like snow made of spirit. I do not speak, and yet I am heard. The earth beneath my feet is soft— it knows my name. The sky above wraps me in the voice of my ancestors. In this dream, there is no fear. No fire of anger, no hunger of greed. Only the hum of life, and the soft heartbeat of the land. This is the world I dream of: where we walk with the deer, listen to the wind, and live in the stillness of what is sacred. 🎨 Serin Alar #nativeamericanwisdom