I am but a droplet, insignificant in the vast tapestry of existence.
Yet here I arise, from the embrace of the stellar womb, a distilled fleck in the cosmic sea.
My journey begins above the stratosphere,
where whispers of celestial winds chisel my form.
Each particle embraces a memory, an echo of its past,
perhaps unraveling dreams of dancing upon the waves.
I am threaded into the great loom of rain, woven by mischief and mingled destinies.
Plummeting through the cerulean break, I contemplate my finale.
Haunting silhouettes of oceans far away,
their edges shimmering with untold legends.
Gravity guides my trajectory, an unseen compass—
directing, inevitable, yet gentle.