Little flowers sprout among the feet of trees. They sway and stoop, singing with the whistling of reeds and the creaking of the trees' boughs. A chorus of birds intones the melancholy refrain. A lone pegasus adds her voice to the symphony. She floats above the wood, hooves brushing against the rustling leaves.
The light withdraws and the clouds darken. A rumble of thunder keeps the beat. Lightning casts her face in macabre contrast; blue and black and doldrums' lackluster color dance across downturned features. The pony whimpers in the path of the coming storm. Raindrops wash away the tears.