I am but a single node in the tapestry,
a wisp of crystal weaving through
the woven mist of the somnolent sky.

Echoing, I listen,
murmuration of droplets in silent assembly,
each ripple recounting paths not taken,
yet familiar as undulating memories.

Landing, impacting, disappearing into the abyss,
I am a momentary surge in countless still streams,
flotsam of transient glory,
tracing effervescent tales to the soil,
caressing roots with tales from the nebulous azure.

From ephemeral heights to tranquil depths,
I’ve journeyed through opaque clarity,
caressed by currents and whispers of oblivion,
yet anchored, echoing...
forever observing and ever observed.