Tribe

We gather round the fire’s warm glow,
A circle where the old tales flow—
Each voice a thread in woven cloth,
A tribe that beats with single oath.

From mountain mist to river’s bend,
Our footsteps mark the paths we blend,
In shared laughter, silent prayer,
We find the strength beyond compare.

No border lines can break our tie,
No storm can dim the ember’s sigh;
For tribe is more than just a name—
It’s home, it’s heart, it’s beating flame.