Whispers of the Ancestors
Beneath the silver moon’s embrace,
Two souls walk where rivers trace.
Wrapped in colors, stories told,
Patterns woven from days of old.
Feathers sway with sacred song,
Echoes of ancestors guide them along.
The water shines with spirit’s glow,
Carrying wisdom the elders know.
In silence deep, the night is kind,
The past and present intertwine.
Each step they take, the circle near,
The voice of the ancestors whispers clear.
Artist and the storyteller: Elvis Becker
Whispers of the Ancestors
Beneath the silver moon’s embrace,
Two souls walk where rivers trace.
Wrapped in colors, stories told,
Patterns woven from days of old.
Feathers sway with sacred song,
Echoes of ancestors guide them along.
The water shines with spirit’s glow,
Carrying wisdom the elders know.
In silence deep, the night is kind,
The past and present intertwine.
Each step they take, the circle near,
The voice of the ancestors whispers clear.
🎨Artist and the storyteller: Elvis Becker
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