Like a sunset but in reverse

It would depend on if they can see or not.

If they can see, take them and show them.

If they can’t see, tell them the sunrise is like this:

Put them in a dark, cool room.

Have a fan gently blowing on their face.

Take a sun lamp connected to a dimmer switch and point it directly at their face.

Slowly, over the course of six minutes, turn the dimmer switch up from 0 to full power.

The laughing hours have chased away the night,
Plucking the stars out from her diadem:
And now the blue-eyed Morn, with modest grace,
Looks through her half-drawn curtains in the east,
Blushing in smiles and glad as infancy.
And see, the foolish Moon, but now so vain
Of borrowed beauty, how she yields her charms,
And, pale with envy, steals herself away!
The clouds have put their gorgeous livery on,
Attendant on the day: the mountain tops
Have lit their beacons, and the vales below
Send up a welcoming: no song of birds,
Warbling to charm the air with melody,
Floats on the frosty breeze; yet Nature hath
The very soul of music in her looks!
The sunshine and the shade of poetry.

I stand upon thy lofty pinnacle,
Temple of Nature! and look down with awe
On the wide world beneath me, dimly seen;
Around me crowd the giant sons of earth,
Fixed on their old foundations, unsubdued;
Firm as when first rebellion bade them rise
Unrifted to the Thunderer: now they seem
A family of mountains, clustering round
Their hoary patriarch, emulously watching
To meet the partial glances of the day.
Far in the glowing east the flickering light,
Mellow'd by distance, with the blue sky blending,
Questions the eye with ever-varying forms.

The sun comes up! away the shadows fling
From the broad hills; and, hurrying to the West,
Sport in the sunshine till they die away.
The many beauteous mountain streams leap down,
Out-welling from the clouds, and sparkling light
Dances along with their perennial flow.
And there is beauty in yon river's path,
The glad Connecticut! I know her well,
By the white veil she mantles o'er her charms:
At times she loiters by a ridge of hills,
Sportfully hiding; then again with glee,
Out-rushes from her wild-wood lurking-place,
Far as the eye can bound, the ocean-waves,
And hills and rivers, mountains, lakes, and woods,
And all that hold the faculty entranced,
Bathed in a flood of glory, float in air,
And sleep in the deep quietude of joy.

There is an awful stillness in this place,
A Presence, that forbids to break the spell,
Till the heart pour its agony in tears.
But I must drink the vision while it lasts;
For even now the curling vapours rise,
Wreathing their cloudy coronals, to grace
These towering summits—bidding me away;
But often shall my heart turn back again,
Thou glorious eminence! and when oppress'd,
And aching with the coldness of the world,
Find a sweet resting-place and home with thee.

~ Sunrise from Mount Washington by Rufus Dawes

The beauty of a sunrise isn’t in its own mere splendor, of which it has plenty. It comes from touching all around with that glory, lighting up the day with promises anew. That is where you can find the heart of all that gold.

"Take a super bright light, stick it just beneath the edge of a counter, and slowly bring it up over the edge. Like really slowly. And make sure it’s super cold in the room so it makes the warmth from the light better. And also maybe play some birdsong in the background. It’s like that but way bigger. Belting out a good ‘NANTS INGONYAMA’ when the light shows up is optional. "

Y’know sunsets? It’s like that but on the other side of the sky

It goes from being dark to being light? Seriously though, I don’t think I’ve ever been awake enough to notice anything special about one.

If a person has never experienced one, I don’t know if their understanding of language is deep enough in which I could explain a sunset in words.

Maybe a lot of hugs and kisses?

In scientific terms.

Sun move up out of ground into sky

Bright orb thingy comes out in slowmotion and gives some light.