Hear this blessing, traveler beneath the stars: When the day has folded its weary wings, and the silence gathers in the valleys deep, know that you are not forgotten. The mountain holds you steady, the lake mirrors your light, the wind carries your song — all creation bears you in its weave. Stand firm as stone, shine gently as water, move freely as air. For you are cherished, you are needed, you are never apart from the great whole.
So let it be, beneath the watchful sky.