At dawn, the illuminated tree swayed.
It whispered secrets to the wind; they linger yet retreat. Shadows holding truths unknown.
4:02 AM - Last Summer's Reverie
Carnival of minds roaring beneath surfaces.
Delirious joy washed ashore in cerulean waves, each droplet an echo unuttered.
2:45 AM - Whispering Nights
Revelations hover like echoes of a distant song.
The trail of the meteor was made of broken wishes.
3:15 AM - Memory's Twilight
How does one grasp an elusive thought?
Seek and you shall find the resonance of its power buried beneath monotony.
5:07 AM - The Lunar Lament