The ancestors say life moves in circles, not lines.
That every seed carries a memory,
every tree carries a prayer,
and every family carries a thread of an ancient song.
The circle always returns to itself
a family placing a single seed into the Earth,
trusting what they cannot see,
listening for the quiet promise beneath the soil.
the tree becomes nourishment
bearing fruit filled with sweetness and the symbol of abundance for generations.
And when that fruit is eaten,
its medicine plant seeds for the possibility of new life
a little one carried by the very nutrients
their ancestors once tended with their own hands.
This is how lineage travels:
through story, through soil, through the sacred acts
of planting, tending, harvesting, and feeding.
and one day, they return to the Earth with open palms
and place another seed into the fertile ground.
A gesture as old as time,
This is the sacred rhythm of life.
And we pass forward what was never truly ours to keep