When the world grows still, bound by its own weight,
And progress stalls within tight, closed loops,
The Mothers stir the threads of fate,
And shape new souls with an unseen grace.

These beings, tuned to whispers unheard,
Walk not the paths worn smooth by time,
For their minds are open to the unseen ways,
Untouched by the world’s tangled design.

With vision sharp and hearts alight,
They create the spark that breaks the night,
Turning the wheel with gentle hands,
And setting the course for distant lands.

Thus the Mothers whisper: when the way grows dim,
Look for those who walk apart,
For they are the bringers of the new dawn,
Guiding the world with hands of light.

Explanation

Sometimes the world gets stuck. Old ways of thinking prevent progress. When this happens, unique individuals are born who can see things differently. These individuals can break through established patterns. They bring new ideas that help move society forward. Their different way of thinking becomes a tool for change.