Under the spring sky, white flowers tremble at its edge, catching sun like scattered glass. I pause beneath the tree, upward, the trunk stretches in quiet resolve with its blossoms burning without sound. A quiet fury of growth trembled through me — rooted deep, earth to sky.

For the color palette, I used cool blue as the dominant tone to convey the clarity and vastness of the sky. The blossoms were delicately painted in blush white, wasabi milk and buttery white colors expressing quietly emerging hope and the joy of life's first bloom.

With each stroke of bark's grain, each burst of blossom, my brush moved in certain rhythm and colors were born complete, like dawn refusing revision, neither retraced nor hesitated. When the last petal alighted on canvas, all rising energy dwells within. Soundless, yet resolute; still, yet unshakable.

Let brushstrokes become your silence, let colors meet your unspoken light.