A top a hill sits a lone tree, basking in the soft moonlight. Its pink flowers gently swaying in the midnight breeze.
The winds pick up abrubtly and carry the petals from the trees creaking branches into the starry sky.
They dance across the serene backdrop accompanied by peaceful silence.
Somewhere in the distance a wolf sings its haunting tune soon followed by its companions howls creating a new, alluring harmony all together.
I glanced back to the tree, its branches now bare and lonely without the pink petals of cherry blossoms.
I sat under the lonely tree leaning against its trunk enjoying the serenity of this secluded area I happened to stumble upon, and I dream...
