Password Dawn Melody

The winds whispered, but only to those who dropped their emails in bottles at sea. Few lives changed. Keep reading.

        Once in a land not so far, 
          beneath a twisted poplar tree, 
        lives a whisper of strange handles,
          murmurings of mischief.
        
        "Reconsider the obvious symbol," the curvy wind advised, 
          "use more alpacas in your phrase," it smartly complied.
        
        A croissant was once used instead of numbers.
        Convincing? Unexpected. Still effective.

        Warning: Never disclose laundered linguini passwords
          during pre-brunch rendezvous.
        
        !! Witty Wombat Wonders !!
        
        "Is it tomorrow yet?" sheepishly murmured the tree.
    
Meandering Poignant Untellicent Hallboden