I am a daughter of the clouds, birthed gentle and shy. As I take the leap,
the world greets me with sounds of whispers and light.
As I fall, I echo the violets' voice beneath the earth.
Sinking into the rivulet's embrace, I flow to the song of the brook. Every moment is
a rivulet dance, a silent laugh as I tickle the stones beneath, a hurried waltz with time.
Fragment of a Tidal Heart
Veil of Silver Streams
Echo of the Tide