The Fire That Carries the Wind Before names were given to directions, There was a force that understood both urgency and patience. It moved like resolve through open ground. leaving courage where doubt once slept. The elders say power is not meant to dominate. But to carry the spirit forward when the heart grows heavy. It remembers the taste of dust and thunder. and does not fear either. This strength is decorated by stories, not for beauty alone, but to remind the world that motion can be sacred, and speed can still listen. What rises from the ground is not destruction, but awakening— The sound of ancestors calling momentum a gift. A promise spoken without voice: When purpose runs true, Even the earth makes space. 🎨Artist and storyteller: Dorothy Vera