The Rising

From deep earth tones, umber, clay, and ash.... something ancient stirs.
These colors hold memory: soil sheltering seeds, stone warmed by time.
Nothing rushes. Everything knows its moment.

At the center, the gold sun rises..... not as a blaze, but as a remembering.
Its light does not conquer darkness; it reveals what was always there.
Textures awaken. The earth responds in recognition.

This is not only a sunrise of the sky,
but of being.
a quiet moment when what lay dormant dares to breathe again.