Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me—
"We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon."
I ask, "But how am I to get up to you?"
They answer, "Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your hands to the sky,
and you will be taken up into the clouds."

— Rabindranath Tagore, from The Crescent Moon (1913)

In the painting, a figure rises from the trees, reaching up towards a feminine presence in the heavens.