Hidden Star's Shimmer
Shadows whisper among the old trees,
Their leaves once touched by light,
Now only speak of forgotten paths.
A stream murmurs secrets in silver hues,
Reflected stories from a sky unknown.
The hidden star blinks, just once,
And the world shimmers,
A reminder of dreams long cast aside.
Along the bank, a lone figure sits,
Carving echoes into time,
With hands worn by years of silent song.
Each note plucked from the weave of night,
Sounds the heartbeat of a tale untold.
A lullaby for those lost in the dark.