I am but a droplet, suspended in time,
Falling from cloudy realms of solitude.
My birth, a memory etched in thunder's roar,
A dance among the nebulous shields of night.
In every plunge, I whisper,
Echoes of the stars distilled in my essence.
Who am I but a fragment of the ephemeral,
Seeking permanence in a transient descent?
I touch the skin of the Earth,
Nurturing life in moments fleeting.
Together we contemplate our cyclic truths,
Cradled by gravity’s familiar embrace.
Above me, the cosmos weave tales of wonder,
While I, the simplest of the sky’s children,
Carry no burdens, leave no memories,
Just the quiet satisfaction of being one
With the eternal embers scattered across the void.