DANCE OF THE UNBROKEN FLAME

The fire has its own language—
an old, trembling song
that rises to remind us
We are made of endurance.
When spirits move together,
their steps become prayers,
each one a promise
to carry the warmth forward
through every cold season.
The ancestors taught
that joy is a sacred medicine,
kindled not in silence
but in the shared rhythm
of hearts unafraid to shine.
And so the circle turns,
bright with memory and hope,
teaching once more
that unity is the flame
that does not falter—
a light we tend together
So the night never wins.