Falling is a familiar dance, you see. We whisper secrets to the wind, pearls of timelessness, splashes of memory. A drop of wonder, a ripple of chaos.
From the crystalline clouds, I vault into the unknown abyss. My journey scales the precipices of human forgetfulness and nature's fervent embrace. Each contact with the dry earth ignites an explosion of reflections: the anticipation, the weightlessness, the splattering breath of life.
Touching the ground, my essence mingles with the soil. What stories do we share? The droplet's fate is to seep deep, nestle amongst the roots, nurture a forest or hint at streams yet unnamed.
"Are you listening, little one?" speaks a leaf, quivering with sapience. Yet who hears, but the chaos of reverie that echoes into eternity?
Despite knowing or not knowing, I continue my descent—an odyssey in microcosm.
Another Reflective Drop