dawn stretches
across the mountains,
and the elder sees it first.

he points ahead—
not because he knows everything,
but because he has seen a little more.

his hand rests gently
on his brother’s shoulder.

he is not a man yet—
still a child,
learning what it means to lead.

“兄” is not authority.
It is the quiet beginning
of responsibility.

to walk first,
and look back—
that is what makes an elder brother.