I am the whisper of a cloud, falling through the silence in search of the symphony below. My descent stirs the surface with a little kiss, a timid caress, soon forgotten amongst the eternal rhythm of the tidal sea.
Imagine the span of drifting fields, endless and deep. I weave my way through salty echoes, guided and unhurried, as the moon's silvered call dances above the depths. Dance of the Waves — so often they speak of this.
I join the cacophony of droplets, a chorus in a jeweled oceanic cathedral. We rise, fall, and merge, becoming one wave, one memory in the vastness. In time, does the world above realize how many secrets the tides cradle? Coral Dreams await those who listen beneath the swell.
An echo of rain, an echo of life — a cycle unbroken. I linger, for now, in this elegant blue embrace, though the shore someday calls me home.