Soft, velvet petals drift from their branches and colour the earth a pale rose. The snow of spring, they dust the white picket fences and windowsills, as the fluff of early dandelions floats towards the blushing clouds. Night will soon fall to cool the warm winds and to hush the singing mockingbirds. Tonight, they will not sing, for the skies will ask for silence; a new star will be born. Though imperceptible to the human eye, you will feel it, the slight shift in the air, the sudden glow of the fading sun before it dips below the horizon. The wind will be sweet and cool, and the stars will glitter in the moonlit sky. What a beautiful night, you will think, just as light memories lull you to sleep.