In a forest untouched by human stride,
A solitary tree on a hill does hide.
Behind, the October moon's muted gleam,
A girl approaches, lost in a silent dream.As raindrops fall, the clock ticks on,
Washing away the pain, the battle won.
Alive but bound to impending fate,
The rain recedes, the hour growing late.Her eyes, once a mirror of the azure sky,
Now pale, under the moon's watchful eye.
The October sun ascends the morning sky,
Casting light on a tale that never said goodbye.Two teenagers traverse the mystical scene,
Briefly stopping, the tree a space between.
Unaware of the story that whispered by,
They move on, beneath the October sky.Years later, a tale unfurls its root,
A story of the tree, the rain, and the mute.
October's symphony, a haunting refrain,
In a forest untrodden, where echoes remain.