The Walk

They didn’t meet by accident.
They met because the time was right.

The Lion was already there, still as sunrise.
Not roaring. Not proving.
Just present.
His silence set the tempo — everything else fell into place around it.

The Elephant came next, slow steps, heavy memory.
He carried the past without letting it drag him.
Every footstep said: we’ve survived worse than this.

Out of the shadow moved the Panther, quiet like a thought you don’t say out loud.
He knew the dark wasn’t something to fear —
it was something to learn from.
Reflection sharpened him.

The Tiger didn’t ask where he fit.
His stripes already knew.
Different isn’t danger.
Different is direction.

Above them, the Bird circled — wings built from lessons, not luck.
Every rise told a story.
Every fall taught timing.

The Butterflies moved through the space like breath.
Soft, steady reminders that change doesn’t rush —
it trusts the wind.

The Giraffe lifted his head, seeing past the moment, past the noise.
Dreams don’t live on the ground.
You have to look up to meet them.

The Peacock opened himself fully.
No apology. No shrinking.
Beauty wasn’t ego — it was medicine.

The Zebra walked in rhythm, black and white moving as one.
Balance isn’t perfection.
It’s unity in motion.

And at the back, patient and unbothered, the Tortoise kept pace.
Every step sacred.
Every step eternal.
Time respected him because he respected time.

They didn’t rush.
They didn’t compete.
They moved together —
each one holding a piece of the truth.

And as the sky dimmed and the stars came out,
they understood what they were walking toward:

Not a destination.
A becoming.

Under the stars, they remembered who they were.
And kept moving.

SoulKraftd