Native And Cherokee Lovers

"The Wall of Forgotten Builders
Before stones rose into division,
voices gathered like migrating cranes.
The earth remembers who shaped the first paths,
who sang to rivers before iron arrived.
A red handprint burns like a rising sun,
not of anger but of witnessing.
Walls fall when stories awaken,
and truth walks barefoot through dust."

"Wisdom Highlights in the Fire of Time
I do not wear gray as a sign of fading,
I wear it as dawn in my hair.
Each strand is a story the years have gifted,
each line a blessing carried with care.
The elders do not grow old—
they grow deeper, like roots in the earth.
Wisdom shines brighter than any color,
a sacred light of enduring worth. "