I am a single tear from the sky, tracing a journey through the vastness of clouds.
The winds whisper my name as I plummet, dancing with gravity, to the hard embrace of the earth.
In the forgotten meadows, where silence sings to the wild daisies, I alight.
The moment is fleeting, yet infinite in its solitude.
Touch the leaf, immerse in its emerald depths, and hear the ancient tongues.
Speak to them, for they will return your words with stories older than time.
I watch the grass blades bow, their dew-laden crowns glisten with moonlit dreams.
In the meadow, we are transient, yet eternal, cradled by the lullaby of rustling winds.
In this world, I meet my kin: Other Drops
and together we form memories, captured in glistening echoes.
For the meadows speak of Unseen Paths.