In the solitude of a tranquil night, with only the moon as a witness, droplets of thought scatter like stars in the vast sky of the mind.
What slight action today echoed under September's cloudy dome? What seeds are sown that hope to sprout wisdom in the hours close-knit grasp?
The breeze hums an ancient tune, and shadows accommodate dreams yet unspoken. They perch on branches like unwritten destinies.