She does not speak loudly —
yet the wind listens.
She does not move quickly —
yet the earth shifts around her.
The Mountain Spirit carries the wisdom of a thousand quiet mornings,
where smoke from the fire curls into the sky like prayer,
and stories are not told, but felt —
in the rhythm of a drum,
the stillness of the trees,
and the deep knowing that we belong to the land —
not the other way around.