In the flickering shadows, time suspends, a moment marooned,
Leaves murmur secrets of ages lost; branches are fingers, inked in twilight.
Can you hear the echoes dance? They churn like memories half-forgotten,
Between tomorrow's dreams and yesterday's shivers.
Wander into the abyss of possibility, where crescendos linger.
What was - now veils into the murmurs of leaves; a hymn, a ride.
Am I the shepherd or the sheep? Can thoughts unravel like the delicate webs of dew?
Follow, wanderer,
to Reflections that ripple through time's unfurling tapestry,
Catch the echoes at A New Beginning.