night loosens,
and light is born
from the edge of the mountains.

beneath their feet,
steady stone—
a grounded beginning.

the father’s arm rests gently,
not restraining,
simply present.

the child is small,
yet looks toward the same horizon.

“元” means origin—
not from emptiness,
but from foundation.

every beginning
grows from something held,
something rooted.

here, in quiet sunrise,
the future stands
upon what came before.