THE CALL
A self portrait
At daybreak, he climbs the ancient hill, where wind whispers remain silent. With every stride, he treads through the past.
A silent pledge, a path he fears. The horn he carries is old and worn. A legacy from those who have pledged to protect their kin, respond to the call, and stand together as one.
On the pinnacle, with sky and sun, he lifts the horn, completing his duty. A melancholy voice spanning valleys vast awakens hearts and fires pride.
From fields and forests, close and far, they respond, knowing who they are. Together strong, they heed the cry, since their spirits reside inside it.