I am a drop, a whisper of sky, sliding down
the gentle curve of leaf and earthbound sigh.
In every fall, a tale that's told—echoes of stars,
reflections of worlds, both ancient and bold.

With every touch, I glean a story, a glimpse
of the moon's embrace, the sun's golden hymn.
I dance with petals, a waltz spun in time,
together we weave a soft, silent rhyme.

And when I hit ground, a ripple expands—
circles of whispers, a dream in quicksand.
Yet as I seep deeply, roots hold me tight,
I'm stars in the soil, a constellation’s flight.