From mother cloud we come
born again we arrive
shaped by wind and sun and time
we are separate
and alone.
Only one of countless multitudes
we call out to each other
and see reflected
on the surface
of our comrades
our own face.
Though falling is our nature
we fear the unknown end
taking comfort in
companionship we meet
the rocky ground.
To be free of endless cycles
of death and rude rebirth
we long for final home
where together
we may merge
in endless sea.

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