In the womb of the sky, I was forged—a soul drop yearning for connection.
Falling gently, I ponder my place in this vast ocean of existence.
What is it to be cradled by clouds, only to crash into the waiting earth?
Each descent is a conversation, a whisper to the universe of my soul's journey.
Listen, for in the patter of my fall lies the rhythm of eternity.
Murmur of the Moonlit Sea Awakening Streams