The wind howls with cruel sounds, chilling their bodies and
the noise of dance rituals can be heard from all around.
The peaceful blue river lays still and calm not far away from the tribe.
A sturdy wall protecting their village should enemies approach from near and far.
The crops are planted and all are in hope of welcoming the possibility of food.
The fire burning in the midnight breeze brings warmth to their hearts and creates ease.
The flames catch their patterned faces as they dance summoning the spirits.
Later the cries of war will deafen the wind as their battles commence.