As I watch the droplet slide down the leaf's gentle curve,
I reflect upon the moments woven through my pasts reserve.
So many words left unspoken linger in the air, actions undone like whispers in a silent despair.
Countless roads untraveled, their mysteries untold, mistakes a constant companion, their stories manifold.
Yet I stand here today with an origin story to tell, realizing I've crossed the stepping stones of my wonderful journey ahead.
I move swiftly and boldly like the wind without a fuss, carrying all the dust.

© Nithish