Last Night... Cars driving by, flashing lights, Digging holes in the indigo gown of the evening. Yet the darkness is still and serene amidst it all. People look at each other, trying to taste a life with a quick glance.
Thoughts... Crossing the mind, electric impulses, Puncturing the emptiness. Yet the ocean of consciousness stays tranquil amongst the fluctuations. Perceptions reflect one upon the other, Attempting to catch the moon in the puddle.
Now... Leaves are descending, surrendering to the wind. Their absence reveals fragile branches... Yet the core of the tree remains unmoved.