I am but a droplet, weaving through skies azure,
Reflecting stardust upon my fragile form.
In the bow of the thundercloud, I dance the cosmic dance,
Caressing the curve of rain-kissed earth.
Listen as I whisper to the endless void,
The echo of ancient collations
That burgeon beyond my ephemeral vale.
With each fall, a descent into the sea of dreams,
A baptism beneath a shroud of nebula reverie.