Dear one of Terra,
The iridescent skies dance above crystalline oceans.
We walk on emerald meadows accompanying our shadowed selves.
One day, soul, I shall drift home on the winds of nebulae.
Salutations from beyond the stars,
My tether to Earth has grown fragile, yet I reminisce of your dawns.
The ancient crosswalks here hum tales of the passing lightyears.
Until we meet again among the astral gardens.
In silence, we witness time unfold its delicate petals,
Seasons like fleeting stardust in the cosmic wind.
Each moment a universe in itself, echoing in the heart of silence.
Grasp these words, carved through frequencies of eternity.