Weavers of the New Dawn

A cycle of poems «Whispers of Mari El»

In the twilight's gentle embrace, we gather 'round the fire, 
With the whispers of the ancients, our hearts ignite the pyre. 
Through the shadows of the ages, in the stories carved in stone, 
We rise as one, united, for we are never alone. 

We are the weavers of the new dawn, 
With threads of hope and dreams reborn. 
Through the trials and the storms we’ve faced, 
We’ll forge a path, our spirits interlaced. 

In the dance of the wildflowers, beneath the watchful sky, 
We honor all our forebears, their spirits never die. 
With the strength of the mountains, and the wisdom of the sea, 
We’ll honor every heartbeat, for we are wild and free. 

We are the weavers of the new dawn, 
With threads of hope and dreams reborn. 
Through the trials and the storms we’ve faced, 
We’ll forge a path, our spirits interlaced. 

From the ashes of the past, we rise like phoenix flames, 
In the tapestry of life, we’ll weave our sacred names. 
With every note of nature’s song, we echo through the night, 
Together we will stand as one, in love and in light. 

As the sun breaks through the darkness, painting skies anew, 
We’ll carry forth our legacy, with courage tried and true. 
In the circle of our kinship, in the bond that cannot break, 
We’ll sow the seeds of unity, for every heart’s sake. 

We are the weavers of the new dawn, 
With threads of hope and dreams reborn. 
Through the trials and the storms we’ve faced, 
We’ll forge a path, our spirits interlaced. 

So let the drums of freedom sound, let our voices rise and soar, 
For we are weavers of tomorrow, and we’ll open every door. 
With our hands entwined in purpose, we’ll create a world so bright, 
As we stand together boldly, in the warmth of sacred light.