Tiny pebbles tumble down a staircase
Of concrete, rock and sand
They keep their momentum going
With the assistance of the wind

Tiny droplets cover the decks
Of thousands of fleet
Through the blanket of light
They ascend and dissipate in the sky

The mere occassion
Bonds narrowly with evocation
With assistance of the heavens
They coexist

But through painful contemplation
The momentum is lost
A fraction of an entity
But what am I?