We are only dust and ash; the origins of our carbon based life forms

But we are children of the stars and trees on every far off purple mountain

The pink of the rose is the same blush on every infant life has given birth

Like every fish and furry creature; every feathered bird that shares this earth.

We are tiny mortal planets circling the golden sun of our own existence

Our brothers and sisters are every river, valley, ocean, stone and stream

Our hopes and joys; our love and fears with every expectation fading

Into the cosmos and the empty ephemeral land of ash and dusty dreams

These words of poetry on this page; like those of poets on parchment past

Enter into ears, eyes, hearts and minds like transient tears which do not last

They may stain the spot or blot the ink with feelings of immortality

In the universal scheme of things they are only distant stars winking at reality