The Beauty of Impermanence

I am not the tears of the clouds

Nor am I the bright

Twinkling stars

I am a drop of pure

Crystalline dew

Formed in the quiet hours

Before the dawn's first bars

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Early in the morning

When the sun is charming

Coaxing the earth to awaken

From slumber's embrace

I will shimmer, a fleeting

Ethereal being

Awaiting my transformation

My moment in this place

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For I am not destined to linger

To cling to the leaf

Nor to adorn the petals

With my delicate sheen

No, my purpose is to rise

To ascend, to sublimate

Into a gentler form

A breath unseen

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I will become a moment

A fleeting, ephemeral thing

As the warmth of the sun

Draws me skyward, aloft

Leaving behind the confines

Of this earthly realm

I'll shimmer and dance

A wisp, a zephyr soft

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A gentle wind, caressing the world

With my touch

Carrying the essence

Of the dew that I once was

Transforming, transcending

Becoming something more

Than a mere drop

Clinging to a blade of grass

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In this state, I am free

Unbounded by form or shape

My being dispersed

Yet heightened

Throughout the air

I may not shine as brightly

As the stars above

Can't bear the dark clouds

Lament and despair.

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But in my ephemeral

Ever-changing state

I find a beauty, a grace

That is uniquely my own

For I am not bound to earth

Nor beholden to sky

But a conduit, a bridge

Between the realms unknown

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I am walking through woods

Whispering breath

The sigh that rustles the leaves

The flutter of wings

I am change and

The nature of transformation

Of the cycle that endlessly

Eternally, brings

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Let me rise, let me soar

Let me become

Than my humble origins

Something greater

For in my fleeting

Ethereal existence

I find

The true power of letting go

Of new beginnings