05/31/2026
White Horse, River Spirit
White horse,
born of sky and stream,
your mane flows like liquid light,
carrying the whispers of the mountains.
You step into the river,
and the water bends to your will,
each ripple a song of ancestors,
each splash a prayer to the Great Spirit.
Your eyes hold the calm of deep pools,
yet the strength of currents untamed.
You are the freedom of the plains,
the courage of the wind,
the patience of stones worn by time.
In your presence, the world is sacred,
each drop of water, each sunlit wave,
a mirror of the spirit,
a reflection of the Earth’s own heart.
Run, white horse, run
the rivers follow,
the sky watches,
and the Earth remembers.
🎨 Art by Serin Alar
🖊️Poem: Piahn