As I begin my descent,
a timid glimmer dances,
mirrored only by the fleeting shadows.
I long to nestle beside her,
tracing the patterns her warmth evokes,
yet here I fall, alone.
For each surface I touch,
her reflection whispers secrets,
tales of earthward journeys,
of growth in puddles, of peace.
Do I mirror her dreams,
or only the echoes of silence?
Would she remember
the tender stories I tell,
amidst the symphony of the storm?