Blanketing the globe, its touch cools the burning, scarred rock beneath; projectile bubbles of oxygen float past static jellyfish, journeying towards the scorching rays of sunlight above. Popping as they breach the surface, the air inside is released and joins the molecular collection of elements inhabiting the breathable void inside the atmosphere. Currents of wind whip violently, updrafts lift the atoms towards sky-mother above. Her chest: voluptuous, full-bodied. Fluffy white clouds, the embodiment of purity on this lovely day; blue sky surrounds them on all sides as they drift ever-slowly, no particular destination in mind: entrusted to the will of the winds. Over luscious green jungle, where plant life’s abounding, their hue shifts to greyscale, volume sheds as they weep. Colliding with darkened soil, splashing down into rivers, white-tipped tongues of the rapids swell greater, fed by dreary skies. Some days, some months later, trees rooted at the shoreline bear fruits for their neighbors, native men to enjoy. Clad only in loincloths, said humans find sustenance in mangos bursting with flavor, in coconuts brimming with flesh. At the riverside they rejoice, toes cooled by the shallows; buckets heavy with crystalline water: refreshments ready for a feast! Those same droplets from rainclouds are ingested by lovers as they dance by the fire through the dark of the night. As dirt cakes on their bare feet, their cells swell, hydrated and the cycle of water is finally complete.