Soul's journey, like water's flow,
From realms unknown to Earth, they go.
Buckets few, spills are bound,
Life's dance, a cycle profound.

On earthly tables, they briefly rest,
Droplets of spirit, each a guest.
Dried to return, a timeless spree,
A cosmic cycle, the soul's journey.

Millions of years, this celestial spin,
Unique droplets, each with a kin.
Back and forth, they play their part,
In the grand dance, a cosmic art.