Crown of Daylight

Daylight descends as a diadem, a living crown laid upon the earth.

The clouds part like veils, unveiling the sovereign fire that rules the day.

Hills bow in silence, valleys lift their faces, and meadows shimmer in the golden breath.

Time itself is braided into radiance, each moment a jewel in the crown.

The forest hums beneath the streaming blaze, shadows retreat into gentleness,

and the world, newly adorned, wears its luminous dominion with grace.