Orbital Notes

In the cradle of clouds, I gather my thoughts,
A solitary pearl in the vast ether sea.

Descending through curtains, woven by twilight,
A whisper of gravity's gentle embrace.

I am the memory of the stars, cascading down—
Each drop a verse in the silence of the storm.

Beyond the horizon, a murmur of earth calls,
Waiting to cradle my essence in its arms.

These orbital notes, penned in the ink of skies,
Dance upon the skin of the awakening world.

Earthsong | Ephemeral Symphonies