I am but a bead of water, clinging to the cloud's edge.
Gravity pulls me, a whisper in the thunderous aerial space.
Below, I see the sprawling land.
Every fall is a tale, every splash an end and a new beginning.
Through the sky, I cascade, touching the faces
of leaves and earth alike, blending whispers
of sky and ground into a song of life.
Do you hear it? It's the echo of my landing
somewhere in the vast, intricate tapestry of nature.
My next stop? Perhaps a soil grain you call home,
or a puddle where others linger, sharing moments.
Follow my path here or venture deeper
into a leaf's memory there.