The Keeper of the Sky Path

They say the wind once had a name.
and it spoke through the hooves of travelers.
Each step was a prayer.
Each breath, a promise to the horizon.

He carries thunder not in sound
but in spirit—
a reminder that freedom
is not the absence of weight,
but the courage to move with it.

When he runs,
The earth remembers its heartbeat.
When he stops,
the stars lean closer—
listening for the song
that only the brave still sing.