DAUGHTERS OF THE MOON They stand beneath the breathing moon — one older, one still growing — their faces lifted to the light as if listening to a song Only the ancestors can hear. Feathers sleep inside their braids, like promises from another time, while the stars burn low and steady The way truth always has. The elder carries the memory — the younger carries the future — and between them, in the silent space, lives every woman whoever held a nation upright with nothing but love, and the unbroken will to remain. 🎨Artist and narrator: Elvis Becker