Fearless and Free

The wind moves first—

threading through the tall grass,

pulling the sky in slow, uneven breaths.

Everything here hums with something older than silence,

something restless, something watching.

The earth listens with its hidden hands,

the rivers carve their names into stone,

and the mountains, with their quiet patience,

stand like guardians of something too vast to name.

But nothing here is still.

Not the shifting clouds,

not the pulse beneath the soil,

not the fire beneath my ribs

as I meet the eyes of the storm.

And here it turns—

the world exhales,

the sky unfastens its seams,

and the wild within me answers.

Because this life—this untamed, electric life—

was never meant to be caged.

It runs, it burns, it climbs,

teeth bared, heart open,

fearless in the face of the unknown.

So let the sky break wide,

let the wind carry my name to the edges of the earth.

I was not made to stand still.

I was made to run.