In a fleeting moment, I fell,
from the crest of a cloud-dragon,
piercing the azure veil with stories untold,
ancient ripples in the making.
A glimpse, perhaps, one could give,
of the ocean's eternal dance,
where echoes of the tide sing lullabies to moonlit shores.
Ah, the sea... a cradle for droplets like me,
scattered and lost, yet destined to reunite.
Do you feel my touch, wandering wanderer?
Let us ride the currents together, down the rivulet of time.
Or perhaps you wish to ascend, to the realms of mist and echo,
and trace my journey back to the cosmic womb.