I am but a bead of the endless cascade, a moment in the symphony of the storm. Suspended in clouds, I ponder the sprawling earth below, yearning for the embrace of the soil.
My identity dissolves upon touch, merging into streams, lakes, and oceans. Each descent, a crescendo of purpose, orchestrating the dance of life anew.
Somewhere in the fall, I gather stories—whispers from the wind, secrets of the leaves. Do you hear them too?
In every drop, a universe; in every storm, a celebration. I am both the beginning and the end, flowing with the rhythm of nature's heartbeat.