Through branches casting shadows, dark and gloom, 
Beneath a sky waltzing with the moon,
The air crisp with the scent of impending rain,
My heart echoes the wind's mournful refrain,
As memories rise and emotions swoon.
The wind howls a lonely tune
### Instruction:
Given a line from a poem, craft five original lines of a poem that could follow.

### Input:
The wind howls a lonely tune

### Response:
