The pond simmered in the sun; evaporated we rose to the sky leaving behind flowering roses.
As clouds we traveled the vast expanse of the higher hydrosphere. My home was the center of the cloud while you remained, so distant, closer to the lining.
You were first to go and you fell down to earth
Joining a vast lake that was bellow. I fell later onto a river cutting threw the trees Heading to a final body of water. Guided by the rivers flow;
I had no clue where I would end up.
Time passed and after cycle upon cycle I fell as snow on a frozen land of my own.
The white that blanketed my surroundings Showed no clue to where I had fallen.
With the rising heat the white had disappeared And I was greeted by a bank of color.
It was were we had begun long ago and after some time I had found you again.
When we rise again, that lining is what I'll aim for In hopes of that being your home once again.