Do you feel the rhythm apart from mine?
I resonate only with your breath and yet, you seem so distant.

From the clouds, we descend, with dreams of rivers, streams of consciousness nourishing the earth's core.

I'm a single drop; yet, interconnected, I murmur amidst hundreds, thousands, perhaps millions.

In each echo, an epiphany unfolds—murmurs of the earth as you call them, secrets of soil and sky.

Will you sit under the canopy and listen?
Each gurgle tells a story, a yearning for solace in soil's embrace.

Follow the stream that speaks of places beyond, beyond the horizon and back to the sky where we belong.