"Isolation offers the clarity to see the beauty in longing and the truth hidden in the quiet."
In silence, a tree extends its tender limbs,
Reaching for moons that cradle forgotten hymns.
Bare branches sway in a soft, ghostly breeze,
While mist swirls softly, a tapestry of ease.
Two orbs above weave a tale of sweet longing,
Casting their glow where the night feels belonging.
Rocks lie in wait, silent guardians of lore,
As time holds its breath, inviting us to explore.