I am but a transient echo, a single bead on a braided thread,
cascading down, fleeting through the tapestry of air.
Softly I cling, relishing the embrace of gravity's gentle pull.
My journey: a symphony waltzing through whispering chasms.
Listen in.
In silence, I traverse echoes of the ancient brook,
resounding with laughter at the tickling sensation of descent.
Once a mist, now a poignant drop —
thence flows the eternity of a frozen kiss or a merry trickle.
Glimpse eternity.
Would you share my voyage,
quenching your thirst on the way,
amidst the realm of infinite pools?
The depths call, a drumming melody of
raindrops coalescing in a jubilant conclave.
Join the dance.