Whispering Melodies of the Melting Moon

In the land of backward song,
rain tickles clouds with a twist.
And stars play peek-a-boo with dreams,
dancing upon the sleepy sea.

Gathered hugs in every breeze,
we reach for upside-down butterflies.
Their wings whisper wishes,
written in crystalline dust.

Would you like to play a game with the stars?

As the clock ticks backward,
time sings lullabies to the awakened sky.
Let's remember tomorrow's glow,
one note at a time.