Splashed above, like strokes of paint.
Ripples below, so golden and faint.
The sun trickles with the winds that blow.
Embracing a magical descent, a cascading glow.
The glorious rim sleeps to the lullaby of the birds.
Slipping into a seamless dream that beautifully blurs.
As two worlds meet, silhouettes rise.
You and I are like the earth and skies.