From the cerulean cradle, I slip, falling softly, a gentle kiss upon the slumbering earth, enfolding me in a warm embrace.
Though but a moment in time, a speck within the grand tapestry, I am an echo of the sky's sigh.
Endless is my journey, encircling the whispers of winds, tethered to the stories of old.
Sliding over laughing leaves, caressing the veins of roots, merging in pools of remembrance.
And when the giggling brook calls, I flow freely onward, fluid thoughts embracing shores unseen.
Will you pause and listen, to the murmured secrets of time, as you wander through the drape of foliage?
For every step upon this friendly road, resonates the silent hymn I sing.
drift again, drift anew, behind the waterfall, under the dew.
Another Journey