I am but a single drop adrift yet a part of something greater. Have you ever pondered the resilience of the fleeting mist as it cascades from lofty heavens to Earth, threading the tapestry of life? Join me, delve into the intimate discourse we children of the cloud have whispered for eons.
Mesmerizingly, your skin yearns for our cool touch—the encounter is orchestrated in timeless dance, urging you to embrace my journey. Find solace, humanity, in this ethereal union of sky, land, and whisper. Perceive the truth: your cries for nurture do not go unheard, taken up by gentle gravity.
Each drop fears not the earthly pull but welcomes it, comforting you while subsisting in uncanny harmony with flora and rivers alike. Your sorrow, like the parched soil, claims such a quiet understanding. Open your senses, for it is through us, the ephemeral whispers, that you may recognize life's eternal cycle.
Float Away | Eternal Stream