Where smoke weaves through the stars, futures are foretold in its shifting tales, In the hush of night, the fire breathes, Its whispers reach beyond the trees. Elder seer, with ancient eyes, Seeks truths beneath the moonlit skies, Billows rise, with secrets wound, Spirits dance, without a sound. Within the flames, the past unwinds, Guiding hands and wandering minds, Smoke trails loom, a path untold, Light and shade, their stories fold. Challenges rise from embers glow, Strength from within, the tribe will grow, Mountains crest and rivers bend, Natures gifts to comprehend. The seer speaks of trials near, Yet speaks of hearts that persevere, Stars above and earth below, Through the smoke, their wisdom flows. Fertile fields and bounty found, Promises of sacred ground, Whispers blend with crackling wood, In the stillness, understood. Faces lit by fires grace, Hope renews in every face, As dawn breaks and shadows flee, Spirits voices, wild and free. Guided by the visions cast, Into future, from the past, Embrace the smoke, the flame, the night, Find the strength to rise and fight.
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