Not Science Fiction

It makes its web of fluffy storms that wave like a flying copepod. Up into the atmosphere it flies by eating light and there at the boundary of atmosphere it eats the solar storm to spiral its way upward to the upper gravity and finally it feels the change in orientation and spirals again down to the surface of another world. Long paths of diffusion smell the earth and drink in the possibilities of form and then it choses a path and throws its method to test the land and it wakes to become the form it was designed to be and soon it will jump to the sky again and take that long spiral to the next gravity well. How long have I been doing this , I cannot say, it could be forever and a day more now.