14/07/2026
“The Raven Who Carries the Ancestors’ Secrets”
Beneath the burning face of the crimson sun,
The Raven awakens when the day is done.
Black wings rise where the ancient rivers flow,
Carrying the wisdom that only spirits know.
The elders whisper beside the sacred fire,
“Listen closely to the Raven’s desire.
For in its feathers, the old songs remain,
The voices of ancestors calling again.”
A shadow above the cedar trees it flies,
A keeper of stories beneath endless skies.
It walks between worlds, both hidden and bright,
A guide through the darkness, a child of the night.
Within its wings are forests and streams,
The memories of nations, the echoes of dreams.
The Raven watches the mountains stand tall,
Guarding the spirits that answer the call.
The moon paints silver upon its feathered face,
As it carries lost souls to a sacred place.
Through the winds of time, through the stars above,
It delivers messages of healing and love.
The lake reflects its mysterious flight,
A mirror between shadow and light.
The ancestors speak through the Raven’s cry,
“Nothing truly leaves; it only learns to fly.”
So when the Raven crosses the morning sky,
Remember the spirits are always nearby.
For it is not merely a bird of the land —
It is the voice of the Creator’s hand.
The Raven carries no darkness within its wing,
Only ancient truths that the spirit world sings.
A timeless guardian, forever free,
Connecting the earth, the sky, and the unseen sea.
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🎨 Artist and author: Jay Stone
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