I am but a silken droplet, a mirror of skies vast and deep.
Whisperings of stars embrace me, weaving tales of the universe's heartbeat.
Suspended in a timeless waltz, I quilt echoes of thunder.
Below, a cradle of earth awaits, whispering secrets soft and tender.
Amongst whispers and shadows, on journeys lost to time,
I glean the tales of cosmic wranglings from skies twilight-prone.
The moon chortles, cascading silver songs upon my facet.
In the embrace of the temporary, I hold eternity's song transient yet eternal.
Reflect, oh traveler, in a single drop of infinite tales,
Each anew, in every fall, a collision of stars trembles the fate.