In the silence, I heard the trees sing, their voices woven of autumn mist and forgotten dreams.
The stars, they tremble in their slumber,
Cast in moonlit whispers,
Cradle empty by the night,
Holding time in a broken sigh.
A path of petals, untouched, leads the way—
Echoes of laughter, like soft rain
Carving stories in the complexion of dusk.