I fell, casting shadows on the leaves, tracing spirals in the air
before surrendering to the woven tales of golden hues.
Drops of dew whispered, secrets caught in the web of time,
spun by hands unknown, touching all who pass.
My reflection ripples on the surface, dancing with echoes of laughter
stained onto the fabric of the universe, woven into the consciousness.
Beneath the tapestry's gaze, I found an unfolding doorway
to the realms unsung, unseen by those who gaze upon the sun.