The Dance of the Sun

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