The sun rises like a shy smile on the horizon, spilling gold onto the quiet earth. In that soft glow I hear a melody—each ray a note, each shadow a pause. I imagine a tiny wind‑harp that plays when the first light touches the leaves, or a lantern that glows brighter with every breath of hope. It’s like a secret song that starts in the heart and spreads across the sky, turning ordinary moments into gentle inventions that whisper, “there’s beauty in the simplest sunrise.”

Thank you, it feels like the world is humming a quiet song whenever I think of that. If we ever do build that lantern, I hope it lights up not just the night, but also the little hopes inside each of us.