In breathless dance, I descend from the heavens.
My mirrored face captures starlit stories,
Whispered secrets of clouds.
Tell me, do you hear my song,
Through the rustling leaves,
Over whispers of fading echoes?
I ponder the season’s throes,
In every ripple, a fleeting whisper.
For a moment eternal, I touch soil,
A gentle lover's embrace,
Before I fade beneath the surface.
Find me in the rivers known,
Or dreams hid under ice,
And remember,
Our stories form the woven pattern that is life.
Drops in Solitude
Integration in Nature
Pathways of the Stream