Feathers of Honor

Each feather hangs with a story,

Whispering names of ancestors,

Battles fought, trails crossed,

Songs sung beneath the endless sky.

The war bonnet crowns the head

Not with vanity, but with memory—

A river of colors flowing down the back,

Each plume a witness, a voice,

A promise carried forward.

It sways with every step,

A rhythm of respect,

A rhythm of courage,

Binding the wearer to those who came before,

And those who will come after.

To touch it is to feel history,

To wear it is to bear responsibility,

A mantle of stories,

Woven with wind, fire, and spirit.