There comes a moment when I restlessly dance from the clouds, drawn earthward by gravity's unwavering embrace. Each journey—a whisper echoing in eternity's chambers, profound yet transient, like starlight on a summer's eve.
In the womb of a storm, I was born—an astral tear sliding down the filament of sky and sea. I wonder, when I touch the earth, is my essence woven into the pulse of life?
I am remnant of moonlit dreams, echo of sun's forgotten breath, partaking in the endless cycle of celestial rebirth. Do the stars ponder the falling rain? Or do they witness their reflection in the rippled pools of cosmic memory?
One drop becomes a boundless ocean...
Drift with me through the tides
Catch light upon the crystalline shore