Description
Morning light spills over autumn woods painted gold, birch trees standing still like rings of time.
A flock of white cranes rises from the forest, gliding through sunlit air, their wings flowing with quiet rhythm and freedom.
They are like verses from a dream, awakening the silent earth and lifting hopes far away.
Within this forest wrapped gently in autumn hues, every ray of light seems to whisper:
Life is like migratory birds—sometimes flying, sometimes resting. Yet as long as the heart holds direction, even the longest journey is empowered by that golden glow.
