I fell from the sky, a solitary whisper in the tempest's symphony. Moments before, I was one with the cloud's vaporous embrace, unknown and ethereal. Now, I cling to gravity, a silken thread woven through the fabric of the storm.
Do you hear it?
The murmur of the mountains here, the sigh of the sea there,
and the timeless lullaby of the wind elsewhere? Every droplet, every rivulet, sings its own tale.
I pass through worlds unseen,
Touching lives, converting moments into eternity.
A child's laughter in a puddle, a lover's secret beneath the leaves.
Each echo, each ripple, a testament to our transient dance.
When I reach the ground below, I will fuse with another, becoming something greater, a history written in the weave of soil and stone, forgotten yet forever remembered.