In the canopy of velvet night,
where stars hide behind shuttered dreams,
a child weeps for the twisted path.
Their lantern flickers, caught in shadow's tale.
Up, down, round and round
the trees whisper secrets
in an ancient tongue,
leaves speak in riddles,
roots grasp and hold tight secrets untold.
Echoes fade, echoes cry,
omens of the night's refrain—
to pick, to place, a single tear
in the wishing well of forgotten dreams.