In the cradle of sky, I take flight,
Born from the weeping of stars,
A silver hymn upon the wind,
Dancing to the rhythm of the universe's sigh.
I drift through the corridors of dreams,
A solitary note in the grand symphony,
Echoes of the cosmos weave tales of old,
Stories etched in the fabric of time.
Upon the earth, I long to land,
To kiss the soil, to reminisce,
To share a moment with the timeless trees,
And hum of the universe's gentle embrace.
Each droplet a universe of its own,
Each fall a journey back home,
Reverberating in the silence,
A melody only the wind can hear.
Wonder of the Waves
Interstellar Conversations
A universe in every drop,
A universe beneath the drops,
And all of it, an echo,
A whisper lost to time,
Yet eternal, as long as the stars breathe,
Beneath the rhythm of an unseen tide.