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« The Laughing Coyote »You laugh while the rest of the world is weeping,You howl at the moon when no one will hear.Fools...
05/09/2026

« The Laughing Coyote »
You laugh while the rest of the world is weeping,
You howl at the moon when no one will hear.
Fools call you the trickster, the rascal, the rogue,
But you are the master of letting things be.

Life is too serious — you remind me —
Try laughter, see if the ache will lift.
Coyote, teach me to play with my fate,
With loss, with parting, with every gift.
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🎨 Artwork and story created by Evelyn Remy



« The Gatherer Of Healing »Each leaf he picks is a quiet prayer,Each bloom an answer the meadow gave.He takes not with a...
05/09/2026

« The Gatherer Of Healing »
Each leaf he picks is a quiet prayer,
Each bloom an answer the meadow gave.
He takes not with a greedy hand,
But with the gratitude of the brave.

Medicine heals more than the body,
It closes the wounds the heart can't show.
When he is gone, the mountain mourns —
Few remain who know how to bow.
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🎨 Artwork and story created by Evelyn Remy



"The Gentle Walker"Through dogwood blooms I make my way,A whisper of the forest deep,I walk the trails of yesterday,I wa...
05/08/2026

"The Gentle Walker"
Through dogwood blooms I make my way,
A whisper of the forest deep,
I walk the trails of yesterday,
I walk where only spirits sleep.
The flowers fall like quiet snow,
The old paths twist beneath my feet,
I know the places wars did go,
I know the songs of fire and heat.
So may you walk with gentle tread,
Among the dogwood's pale white bloom—
Remember all the stories said,
Remember all the hallowed room.
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🎨 Artwork and story created by Evelyn Remy



"The Berry Keeper"The blueberries were here before,Before the towns, before the name,I came to feast, to drink the lore,...
05/08/2026

"The Berry Keeper"
The blueberries were here before,
Before the towns, before the name,
I came to feast, to drink the lore,
I came to be the berry's claim.
Each berry is a tiny moon,
Each thicket holds a hundred suns,
I eat my fill in summer's noon,
I hibernate when winter runs.
So share the berry with the bear,
The ancient right, the ancient kin—
The forest keeps enough to spare,
The forest keeps and keeps again.
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🎨 Artwork and story created by Evelyn Remy



"The Drummer of the Woods"I beat my wings upon the log,A drumming through the forest deep,The sound that parts the morni...
05/07/2026

"The Drummer of the Woods"
I beat my wings upon the log,
A drumming through the forest deep,
The sound that parts the morning fog,
The sound that wakes the trees from sleep.
Among the ferns I hide away,
My feathers patterned like the ground,
I drum to mark my claim, to say
The forest is my holy sound.
So listen for my wing's low thud,
The oldest drum the forest knows—
It echoes through the spring's first blood,
It speaks the song the woodland chose.
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🎨 Artwork and story created by Evelyn Remy



"The Prickly Wanderer"I carry quills instead of armor,Soft inside my spiky shell,The forest's gentle little charmer,The ...
05/07/2026

"The Prickly Wanderer"
I carry quills instead of armor,
Soft inside my spiky shell,
The forest's gentle little charmer,
The prickly one who wishes well.
I climb the pines at evening time,
I gather bark with quiet grace,
I hum the quiet woodland chime,
I wear my armor, mark my space.
So may we all protect our softness
With boundaries the wise can see—
Gentle hearts need prickly holdfast,
Safe from harm, yet tenderly.
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🎨 Artwork and story created by Evelyn Remy



"The Builder of the Waters"I build the ponds that birds call home,I build the wetlands, build the reeds,Before the dams ...
05/06/2026

"The Builder of the Waters"
I build the ponds that birds call home,
I build the wetlands, build the reeds,
Before the dams and concrete roam,
I built the first of all dam needs.
The aspens gold, the willows white,
I gather all the winter through,
I shape the rivers left and right,
I make the world as makers do.
So honor work that makes a home,
Not for one's self, but for the many—
The beaver in his muddy dome
Shelters a thousand lives of plenty.
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🎨 Artwork and story created by Evelyn Remy



"The Night Gatherer"The grapes hang heavy in the night,I climb with little hands so sure,A pilgrim in the thin moonlight...
05/06/2026

"The Night Gatherer"
The grapes hang heavy in the night,
I climb with little hands so sure,
A pilgrim in the thin moonlight,
A thief no grapes could quite endure.
The first ones gathered long ago,
Before the orchards, before the wine,
The grapes were wild, were free to go,
As I am wild, as I am mine.
So leave a cluster for the wild,
Leave something for the old-time ways—
A gift for every masked-face child,
A portion for the forest's days.
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🎨 Artwork and story created by Evelyn Remy



"The Field Fox"Among the wheat I make my home,Where once the prairie rolled like sea,I walk the edges, walk the loam,I w...
05/05/2026

"The Field Fox"
Among the wheat I make my home,
Where once the prairie rolled like sea,
I walk the edges, walk the loam,
I walk the places left for me.
My fur the color of the field,
My tail a flag against the grain,
I know how not to be revealed,
I know the shelter of the rain.
So if you see me in the dusk,
Between the stalks, between the sheaves—
I am the harvest's hidden musk,
The spirit of the wheat that grieves.
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🎨 Artwork and story created by Evelyn Remy



"The River's Laughter"The river taught me how to laugh,The way she rushes, how she turns,I am the river's better half,Th...
05/05/2026

"The River's Laughter"
The river taught me how to laugh,
The way she rushes, how she turns,
I am the river's better half,
The joy that every current earns.
Among the cattails, wild rice,
I slip and slide and slide again,
Each day a game, each game a spice,
Each moment only here, not then.
So float downstream and find your play,
Among the reeds and growing things—
The river takes your griefs away,
The otter teaches, teaches, sings.
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🎨 Artwork and story created by Evelyn Remy



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