A laughing youth on the ridge delivers a playful roundhouse kick - a sweeping, arcing leg - that slices the dawn like a halo and crowns the sprout with motion.
Think: the kick’s curve = the kanji’s top stroke, the pop = the little central mark, the Soil = the grounding base; each element maps to a part of 生 so the shape tells the story.
Hear distant taiko (ドン), smell wet earth, remember rice-planting festivals and Ikigai - life breaking up through Soil, celebrated by a single bright arc.