I am but a whisper in the sky, a drop of the endless celestial sea.
Journeying downwards, I converse with the stars.
"Descend softly," a twinkling star implores,
"For the world below awaits your gentle touch."
Lunar Whispers
Earthbound Symphony
The moon, a silent guardian, reflects my essence.
As gravity pulls me close, I dream of the ground,
where rivers sing and trees keep secrets.
Eager to greet the soil, I ponder: Is my fall a beginning or an end?
A question the cosmos knows but seldom answers.