We engaged the engines, collected
the imagery of this place to further
our understanding of a vast pool.
Then we jumped, like a motion of
splashing down ripples silently
unseen fading into the distance.
We saw reflections of ourselves,
of our past, of what maybe our
downfall. We were like pebbles.
Sinking deep within the ocean
of raindrops, we were a grain
in the universe of stones.
We were called puddle jumpers,
splashing down on waters of
the unending universe.
Short one may make it longer later :)
