I am borne from the whisper above,
A silver tear of the cloud's gentle sigh.
Down I tumble, through the solitude of the abyss,
My path a spiral, a journey etched in transient embrace.
To touch the earth, to meld with the skin of the world;
Each plummet a story, each touch a rebirth.
I witness the vastness, the echo of silence,
As I plunge into the cradle of the river's heart.
Awakening of the Waves
The Harvest of Light
Whispering Echoes
Through the skies, an unseen wind I follow,
A haunting melody, a mystical thread in the tapestry of rain,
Forever seeking the embrace of the sea's eternal lullaby.