Beating of Our Hearts

A cycle of poems «Whispers of Mari El»

In the whispering woods where the ancients dwell, 
Underneath the stars, where the shadows swell, 
We gather as one, ‘neath the moon’s soft glow, 
With the pulse of the earth, let our spirits flow. 

Feel the beating of our hearts, like a drum in the night, 
Echoes of our ancestors guiding us with their light. 
Through the fire and the storm, we will rise, we will stand, 
Bound by the rhythm of this sacred land. 

The rivers sing tales of the battles fought, 
Of love and of loss, and the lessons taught. 
With every breath taken, we honor the past, 
In the dance of the flames, our shadows are cast. 
 
Feel the beating of our hearts, like a drum in the night, 
Echoes of our ancestors guiding us with their light. 
Through the fire and the storm, we will rise, we will stand, 
Bound by the rhythm of this sacred land. 

In the circle of life, where the wild winds blow, 
We’ll carve our own path through the ice and the snow. 
With courage as armor and hope as our shield, 
Together we’ll fight for the dreams we won’t yield. 

Feel the beating of our hearts, like a drum in the night, 
Echoes of our ancestors guiding us with their light. 
Through the fire and the storm, we will rise, we will stand, 
Bound by the rhythm of this sacred land. 

So let the drums thunder, let the banners unfurl, 
In this dance of existence, we’ll embrace the world. 
With the beating of our hearts, forever we’ll soar, 
In unity and strength, we are forevermore.