The Odyssey of a Droplet

Beginning its descent, a solitary droplet falls,
Each rotation a reminder; universal simplicity. 
Born anew from the clouds, to seek the Beyond.
Betwixt the canvas of infinity, echoing thoughts persist,
Am I merely a catalyst of endless change?
Or is existence a mere ripple, within itself.
Nurtured by whispers of the world below,
My journey threads myriad pathways,
When will the soils embrace my eventual arrival?
Reflection in the Pool Origin of the Mist Crest of the Wave Misty Echoes