Native American People

26/09/2025

Every Child Matters

Every child is a heartbeat,
a light that cannot fade.
Unique as the stars above,
special in every shade.

Lovely as the morning sun,
precious as the gentle rain,
strong enough to rise again
through joy, through loss, through pain.

Every child is a promise,
a song the earth still sings.
In their laughter, hope takes root—
in their dreams, the future springs.

25/09/2025

25/09/2025

Owl – Dreamwalker Between Worlds

She does not guard knowledge,
but the space where knowledge sleeps.
In her feathers hides the hush of midnight rivers,
in her gaze, the map of unseen paths.

The owl spirit belongs not to the wise alone,
but to the dreamers
those who drift between waking and shadow,
those who read the language of silence.

She teaches that truth is not always light,
but sometimes a doorway carved in dark.
Follow her, and you may find
that the answers you seek
were waiting in your own depths,
patient as her watchful eyes.

Amáya — She Who Walks Through Dreams.

24/09/2025

24/09/2025

Mother’s Whisper

In my arms, you are the dawn,
a soft light I’ll guard forever.
Your heartbeat rests against mine,
teaching me the rhythm of love.

No storm will take you,
no night will silence your song.
For I am your shelter,
and you are my endless sky.

Grow, little one,
with roots in the earth,
with wings of your own—
but always remember:
my love walks with you.

23/09/2025

23/09/2025

As Pure as the Sky

She drapes herself in white,
like morning clouds drifting—
a quiet hymn of light
woven from breath and silence.

Her stillness is the open sky,
endless, unbound, serene.
Every fold of her gown
whispers of rain, of wind, of dreams.

A butterfly leans on her heart,
as if resting on a summer cloud,
trusting her calm,
trusting her purity.

She is the horizon’s sigh,
the untouched air after rain—
a soul so clear,
the world reflects its truth in her.

🎨: Serin Alar

22/09/2025

22/09/2025

Every Child Deserves the Dance of Joy

Every child deserves the sun,
to feel its warmth upon their skin,
to run freely in the fields
where the earth remembers their name.

Every child deserves a song,
sung by ancestors in the wind,
a heartbeat of the drum
that tells them: you belong.

Every child deserves the dance,
feet wrapped in moccasins,
moving in circles of tradition,
their laughter echoing
like rivers that never end.

Every child deserves love,
arms that hold,
voices that soothe,
a place where tears are healed
and dreams are given wings.

For they are the fire yet to rise,
the guardians yet to grow,
the blossoms of tomorrow’s meadow—
and every child matters,
every single one.

21/09/2025

21/09/2025

Mother of Strength

I carry you, my child,
close to my heartbeat,
wrapped in the songs of our people.
The earth blooms red at our feet,
each flower a prayer,
each petal a promise.

The white bears walk beside us—
spirits of courage,
guardians of our path.
They whisper through the wind:
You are never alone.

I stand tall so you may see farther,
I endure so you may walk lighter,
I dream so you may awaken free.

My child, remember:
the blood of ancestors flows in your veins,
the fire of the sun warms your soul,
and the strength of Mother Earth
will always rise within you.

For every step I take with you upon my back,
I weave a future
where your laughter is safe,
your spirit unbroken,
and your life honored—
as every child matters.

🎨: Serin Alar