Spirit of the Land
Reflection
In the depths of his eyes, a story unfolds,
A testament to trials and tales of old.
The paint on his face, a symbol of pride,
A warrior's mark, where honor resides.
The feathers that crown him, a testament to his might,
A guardian of traditions, in the silent night.
His gaze is a window to the soul,
A reflection of the struggles and the role.
He stands as a bridge between the past and the present,
A keeper of the culture, where love is the essence.
In his presence, we find a sense of belonging,
A connection to the earth, where our hearts keep singing.
The artistry of his adornment, a dance of color and light,
A celebration of heritage, in the still of the night.
His story is woven into the fabric of the land,
A narrative of resilience, hand in hand.
With every line and every hue, a piece of his heart is shared,
A bond with the observer, beyond compare.