In the twilight of a gentle storm,
I am born anew, a drop of grace.
With a tender fall, I kiss the earth,
My lover, the garden, radiant and lush.
"Your embrace is a banquet of joy," I murmur,
as I paint the petals with my crystalline glow.
Oh, how I long to be part of the dance,
The symphony of nature's sweet heartbeat.
Every leaf, a secret yearning to be quenched,
Every bud, a promise of the kiss of life.
In my tiny world, I cascade, flowing,
Crystalline whispers echoing through the loam.
The glow of the garden, my canvas,
Illuminated by the moon's gentle sigh.