The Dance of the Sun
Her dress is fire, her spirit flame,
She moves — the Earth will speak her name.
Each step, a prayer beneath the skies,
Each turn, a sunrise in her eyes.
Feathers drift like whispered song,
Where light and shadow both belong.
She dances not for praise or art,
But for the healing of the heart.
Artist and the storyteller: Team Solis Hue
The Dance of the Sun
Her dress is fire, her spirit flame,
She moves — the Earth will speak her name.
Each step, a prayer beneath the skies,
Each turn, a sunrise in her eyes.
Feathers drift like whispered song,
Where light and shadow both belong.
She dances not for praise or art,
But for the healing of the heart.
🎨Artist and the storyteller: Team Solis Hue
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