Falling from grace, a noble descent,
I, a lone droplet, ponder my fate.
Cast adrift in a tumultuous sea of sky,
To quench the thirst of a thousand blades of grass.
Do you see me? No, of course, you don't.
Just another piece of the fallen sky,
Dancing in puddles, lost in reflections.
Am I the nourishing hand or the forgotten mist?
Oh, the irony! As I cascade,
The earth's apathy is a deafening echo.
Drops like me dream of the ocean's embrace,
Yet often find solace only in gutters' despair.
And here we are:
[Raindrop] <-- [Lifeform] --> [Existential Crisis]
Is this the cycle we wish to applaud?
Perhaps one day, I’ll elevate to reign,
In the glacial heart of a magnificent peak,
Or maybe, just maybe, I’ll nourish a poet’s tear.
Join me in this microscopic odyssey:
Sky Dust Chronicles |
The Raindrop Drum
If you wish to understand my essence,
Visit the Cycle of Life.
A musical journey through the world's damp dance floors.