06/06/2026
"Whispers of the Little Wing"
Upon my hand, a fragile wing,
A silent song the breezes bring.
It dances soft, yet fierce and free,
A spirit small, yet boundless, like the sea.
Its colors hum of earth and sky,
Of ancestors’ tales that never die.
Through meadows wide and rivers deep,
It carries secrets we long to keep.
I bend, I breathe, I hold it near,
A gentle friend, both bright and clear.
In every flutter, a story told,
Of courage, beauty, and hearts of gold.
Little wing, your flight is mine,
A fleeting spark of the divine.
Though small your body, vast your song,
In your presence, I belong.
🎨 Art by Serin Alar
🖊️Poem: Piahn
