In nature's embrace, I find my verse. A solitary voyager in a tumbling descent,
I am Raindrop, born of the sky's breath—an ephemeral wanderer. I cradle the dawn with
aqueous whispers, and my journey weaves tales through the cadence of falling mist.
From the cathedral of clouds, I espy the concrete cathedral,
beneath the sprawling arms of ancients trees.
My descent is poetry in motion; each splash a sonnet,
engraved upon the world—a temporal tapestry.
Hidden echoes within caverns of soil and stone,
I mingle with the earth's sigh, reverberating softly,
an echo of echoes, where light cannot reach,
yet my presence speaks volumes—a silent rhapsody.
The universe of droplets, a cosmos of spirals,
here, I dance with the celestial and the terrestrial.
A ballet of biodiverse kin; a drop among many,
yet singular in journey, unified in purpose.
As I reach the threshold of puddle and clay,
I ponder the stories woven through my being—
untold journeys on rooftops, over ledges,
cascades of tales spoken in rain-touched tongues.
And when the sun breaks through with a golden caress,
I am rekindled—a droplet of shimmering light,
ready to etch a new narrative in the vast echo,
an eternity in a moment—a universe in a drop.