The Children of Koni
The next breath of the house.
They stand together, a chorus of small bodies and restless hands,
the sound of tomorrow rising in their voices.
Somewhere behind them, the fields grow,
and the memory of those who came before
lives quietly in their gestures.
This is the house of Koni still standing, still multiplying,
still making room for the next story.
The lineage stands tall, ready for tomorrow.
This is the house of Koni.
Still standing, still multiplying,
still making room for the next story,
for the next mouth,
for the next voice to rise.
The soil remembers their footsteps.
And tomorrow, they will write their own stories.
The House of Koni endures, in scars and silence, in laughter and in light, carrying forward the weight of memory and the promise of tomorrow.