Murmurs of a Solitary Raindrop

I am the echo in the shimmering silence,
A bead of crystal, born from a sky's exhale.
Drifting down in a gentle descent,
To weave my tale in the delta's fold.

From lofty clouds, I hear the whispers,
Of ancient rivers, with tales untold.
Every droplet, a memory captured,
In the vast embrace of the waiting earth.

Here, I murmur secrets to the moss,
To the sleeping fish beneath the veil,
Of time's tender touch and the moon’s soft sigh,
As I mingle with the soil's dreams.

Join my journey, silent observer,
Through the labyrinth of roots and reeds.
Follow the whispers of the delta's heart,
To where the sun kisses the horizon.

Mysterious Whispers
Visions from the Veil
Echoes of the Past