I am but a breath, a ripple born from clouds' gentle touch,
cascading down to embrace the earth in fleeting passion. My name is Celia, heir to silken storms.
From heights untold, I long for the earth, a lover waiting below,
yearning beneath the boughs for my crystalline kiss. Together, we are one,
our worlds colliding in a moment of secret symbiosis.
The air sings tales of distant horizons,
where dew-bowed petals thirst for my caress,
where every plummet is a serenade, a retelling
of our eternal tango - brief, yet exquisite.
Am I one, among many, or the only one who dares
to linger in this quivering space where skies
and soil melt into whispered reveries?
Perhaps, in the embrace of the verdant, I am reborn.
Seek the dreams lost in the drumming echoes,
where mysteries weave through rain's tender secrets.
Love me as you would love the rapture of a tempest,
for every moment here is a heartbeat of the divine.