We were stargazing under a tree of falling dreams.. They fell and left us broken since

 The night sky has always been a source of fascination for mankind. Gazing up at the stars, we are reminded of the vastness of the universe, and our own small place within it. There is something magical about watching the stars twinkle and dance in the darkness, as if they are alive with their own secret energy.

One night, I found myself lying under a tree of falling dreams, stargazing with a dear friend. The tree was an ancient one, with gnarled roots that twisted and turned in the earth. Its branches were heavy with leaves, and it provided a comforting shelter from the chill of the night.

As we lay there, we watched as shooting stars streaked across the sky. Each time one fell, we made a wish, hoping that our dreams would come true. It was a moment of pure happiness, of pure joy.

But then, something changed. The falling dreams became more frequent, and more violent. They began to rain down upon us like a storm of broken promises and shattered hopes. Each time a dream fell, it left us more broken than before.

We tried to cling to our hopes, to our dreams, but they slipped through our fingers like sand. The tree of falling dreams became a symbol of our pain, of our despair. We were trapped under its branches, unable to escape the falling dreams that rained down upon us.

It was a moment of darkness, of sorrow, of loss. But even in that moment, there was a glimmer of hope. For we realized that it was not the falling dreams that had broken us, but our own attachment to them. We had placed all of our hopes and dreams in these falling stars, and when they failed to materialize, we felt lost and alone.

But as we lay there, broken and vulnerable, we began to see that there was still magic in the world. That even when our dreams fell to the ground, there were still new dreams waiting to be discovered. That even in the darkest of moments, there was still hope.

So we stayed under the tree of falling dreams, watching as the stars continued to fall around us. But now, instead of feeling broken, we felt empowered. We knew that we could create new dreams, that we could find new hope, and that we could continue to gaze up at the stars with wonder and joy.

In the end, it was not the falling dreams that left us broken, but the strength of our own attachment to them. And as we learned to let go, we found that the universe was filled with endless possibilities, waiting to be discovered.