Through the Northern Kettle Moraine we walk,
among ancient ridges shaped by ice and time.
Each step carries us deeper into wonder,
each breath a prayer to the living earth.
Upon your crown, Jo, a butterfly has come to rest—
a messenger of lightness,
a reminder that even in change,
there is beauty, grace, and soul.
The forest bears witness to our journey,
the wind, the stones, the trees,
all keeping rhythm with our steps.
We are not alone—
the path itself walks with us,
and the soul of the world
guides us gently on.