Kevin Bruyne, 233 Springfield Road, South Holland, IL (2025)

09/25/2025

“Every Child Matters”
Beneath the tree of shadowed years,
We hold the hands of pain and tears.
Yet in the circle, hearts remain,
A living flame through loss and pain.
Each child a star, each voice a song,
They walk with us, they still belong.
No story lost, no name erased,
Their spirits honored, their lives embraced.
Together we rise, in strength we stand,
With open hearts, with joining hands.
For every child, through night and day,
Their light will guide our sacred way.

09/24/2025

Song of the Hummingbird
Upon the fire of sacred skies,
A hummingbird in colors flies.
Its wings are woven, bright and true,
With ancient patterns, red and blue.
It circles hearts where prayers are sown,
For every child, their worth is shown.
The spirits whisper through the flame,
“Each child is sacred, call their name.”
The orange glow becomes our vow,
To honor voices, here and now.
No life forgotten, none erased,
In every song their souls are traced.
So let the hummingbird remind,
That healing grows in heart and mind.
Through every dawn, the message stirs:
Every Child Matters, forever ours.

09/24/2025

The Drumbeat of Mother Earth
The drum resounds, both deep and true,
a call that binds the old and new.
Its rhythm flows through sky and stone,
reminding us—we’re not alone.
Each beat, a pulse, the heart’s embrace,
that echoes through time, through every place.
It weaves our spirits, near and far,
to Mother Earth, to who we are.
Her heartbeat rises with the sound,
our roots grow deeper in sacred ground.
And in the circle, hand in hand,
we hear her song across the land.

09/23/2025

Mother Bear’s Whisper

Come close, my little one,
rest your soft nose against mine.
Feel the warmth of my breath—
it is the song of the ancestors,
carried through me, now into you.

You are my cub,
born of earth, river, and sky,
wrapped in the circle of our people,
held in the strength of our clan.
Every heartbeat of mine
is a drum to guide your steps,
every pawprint I leave
is a path for you to follow.

Remember, child—
walk with kindness in your paws,
for the forest listens.
Carry respect in your heart,
for all beings are kin.
The salmon, the cedar, the eagle—
they are your teachers too.

I will protect you
with the fury of storm winds,
yet I will teach you
to be gentle as falling snow.
One day you will walk alone,
but never forget—
my love is the lodge around you,
my spirit the fire that will never fade.

So grow strong, little cub,
grow wise, grow true.
And always know,
as long as the rivers flow
and the mountains breathe,
you are forever
my heart.

09/23/2025

The Seven Sacred Teachings
Long before the earth was divided by borders and names, the First Peoples listened to the voices of the land. They did not write on paper, but in wind, in stone, in the tracks of animals, and the silence between stars. From these teachings, seven sacred paths were passed down — each one guarded by a spirit animal, each one a way of remembering how to live with truth.

The eagle teaches love — not possession, but a love that rises and releases, that sees the soul in all things and lets it be free. The buffalo teaches respect — bowing its head to the wind, reminding us to honor not just people, but water, stone, and sky. The bear brings courage — emerging from deep forest to show us how to protect what matters, even when we must stand alone.

The swan, or the black raven, glides silently over still water, teaching honesty — to live without masks, to speak without fear, to carry our truth like clear reflection. The beaver, or the owl, offers wisdom — not through speed or judgment, but through patient watching, building, listening to the patterns of the world. The wolf moves with its pack, but knows when to walk alone. It teaches humility — that we are no greater or lesser than any other, but part of a sacred whole.

And at the center, there is the turtle — slow, ancient, enduring. It carries truth not as an idea, but as a way of being: to live in alignment with the soul, no matter how the world shifts around us.

Seven animals, seven teachings — yet they are not separate. They are one sacred circle, turning always back toward balance. To walk with them is not to follow rules, but to return to right relationship — with self, with others, with the Earth beneath us.

09/22/2025

"The Spirit of the Painted Horse"

Beneath the sky where the stars are born,
A horse stands, its coat kissed by the dawn.
With eyes full of wisdom, deep and true,
It carries the stories of skies and dew.

Adorned with feathers and beads that hum,
A symbol of nature, where the wild ones come.
The earth beneath its hooves, alive and strong,
A rhythm, a heartbeat, a nature’s song.

The winds whisper through its flowing mane,
Carrying tales of mountain and rain.
Its spirit, untamed, roams with the breeze,
A child of the earth, in harmony with the trees.

The circle on its face, painted with care,
A mark of protection, a connection to air.
It moves with grace, through field and glade,
A bridge between realms, where dreams are made.

This horse is not just an animal free,
But a messenger between the earth and sea.
A spirit bound to the skies above,
Carrying with it the land's quiet love.
🎨Artist and the storyteller : Elvis Becker
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09/22/2025

Feather of Memory
A hummingbird in gentle flight,
Carries feathers through the night,
Whispers soft, yet strong and true,
Every child still lives in you.
Their spirits soar on wings of flame,
Each heartbeat calls their sacred name,
No child forgotten, none erased,
In love eternal, they are embraced.

09/22/2025

"The Howl of the Spirit Wolf"

Beneath the glow of a sacred moon,
The wolf calls out, a timeless tune,
Its form a whisper, etched in light,
A spirit bound to endless night.

Lines of power, winding deep,
Through its fur, where secrets sleep,
The moon above, the stars below,
All listen to the ancient flow.

Eyes of wisdom, sharp and clear,
Gaze upon the realms we fear,
A bridge between the earth and sky,
Where dreams and spirits never die.

The howl that rises from its chest,
A call to those who seek their rest,
A beacon in the vast unknown,
The wolf, a guide to the unseen throne.

Its path is carved in cosmic threads,
Where every star and every breath
Echoes with the wisdom of the past,
A journey free, forever vast.

In the darkness, the wolf does roam,
A spirit wandering, yet home,
For in its howl, the world is found,
A sacred circle, full and sound.
🎨Artist and the storyteller : Elvis Becker
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09/22/2025

The Eagle’s Promise
Beneath my wings, you will not fall,
Through storm and shadow, I shield it all.
My eyes are sharp, my spirit strong,
I guard your soul, where you belong.
No harm shall reach, no night shall bind,
For love eternal is etched in time.
Child of the earth, child of the sky,
With me beside you, you will always fly.

09/22/2025

"The Eagle's Watch"

Upon the mountain’s sacred stone,
A warrior sits, his heart alone,
As flames of fire softly rise,
Reflecting the wisdom in his eyes.

The eagle soars in skies of gold,
A symbol of freedom, fierce and bold,
Its wings spread wide, across the dawn,
A guardian spirit, forever drawn.

The warrior, his heart in tune,
With the wind, the earth, the sun, the moon,
Feels the pulse of nature’s call,
A song of life, that binds us all.

The trees, the rivers, the endless sky,
All whisper secrets as time goes by,
The eagle watches from above,
As nature’s heart beats with endless love.

With every breath, the warrior feels,
The ancient bond that time reveals,
For in the dance of fire and flame,
The earth and spirit are one and the same.

The warrior’s soul is free and wide,
Like the eagle, with wings open wide,
Together they ride, the earth, the sky,
A sacred union that will never die.

Through the fire’s glow, the mountain's grace,
He knows the land, its sacred place,
A testament to nature’s might,
In every shadow, in every light.
🎨Artist and the storyteller : Elvis Becker
🙏🙏 You’ll find the purchase link in the comments below each image.
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09/21/2025

"The Spirit of the Arctic Bear"

In the depths of the cold, the bear stands tall,
A silent guardian where the waters call,
Its fur, not white, but adorned with gold,
A tale of wisdom and strength untold.

Swirls of blue and gold entwine,
Symbols of ancient power, divine,
The winds whisper secrets of the sky,
And the bear listens, with knowing eyes.

Its gaze is calm, yet fierce with might,
A reflection of stars in the endless night,
The patterns upon its skin do weave,
A story of the earth that we must believe.

Each curve and line, a symbol pure,
A language of nature, deep and sure,
A sacred dance between life and death,
Where the spirit of the wild draws breath.

The bear walks the land, a force unseen,
A living totem, in a world serene,
A reminder that in the still and cold,
The strength of nature’s heart unfolds.
🎨Artist and the storyteller : Elvis Becker
🙏🙏 You’ll find the purchase link in the comments below each image.
Or feel free to message me the picture you love — I’ll send you the direct link right away!

09/21/2025

"Whispers of the Totem"

In the silence of dawn’s soft light,
Where the sea kisses the sky so bright,
A bird perches, its gaze so keen,
On a totem carved, ancient and serene.

The winds whisper through trees of gold,
Tales of the past, of spirits bold,
The carved faces on the wood stand tall,
Guarding the secrets that time won’t recall.

The bird, with feathers black and bright,
Keeps watch over the fading night,
Its red crest gleams in the sun’s first fire,
As if the sky itself would conspire.

Below, the ocean stretches wide,
Its waves a song, a timeless guide,
A boat drifts softly toward the shore,
As the totem’s spirits silently soar.

In the stillness, the world seems to breathe,
Where the totem's whispers never leave,
The bird, the ocean, the ancient wood,
All tied together by the spirits’ blood.

A place where the past and future blend,
Where nature’s call and dreams ascend,
The totem, the bird, the sky, the sea—
A sacred dance of mystery.
🎨Artist and the storyteller : Elvis Becker
🙏🙏 You’ll find the purchase link in the comments below each image.
Or feel free to message me the picture you love — I’ll send you the direct link right away!

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