The Circle of the Great Bear

In the heart of morning fire,
Mother Bear rises
her chest a sun,
her breath a song that warms the roots of life.

Around her dance the little ones,
painted in colors of becoming:
the blue of wonder,
the red of courage,
the gold of knowing where home begins.

She teaches them the rhythm of the earth,
How to listen to stones,
How to trust the quiet between heartbeats.

When they stray too far,
her light reaches them still
a gentle pull,
a promise that love
It is the first and final circle.

And when night folds over the world,
The stars trace her shape in the sky
a mother forever watching,
her cubs forever returning
to the fire she left within them.

Author and Artist Jan Sky