Ephemeral Truths

As the morning dew caresses the grass,
a silent hymn unfurls among the lilies—
the secrets of time held within its fragile notes.

Beneath the canopy of wheeling stars,
whispers of the eternal waltz between shadow and light
weave through the clouds like a silken refrain.

The brook murmurs tales of forgotten realms,
where echoes of dreams dance and linger
upon the lips of whispering winds.