As Smoke Into The Air

Our slow but sure return to stardust

Time passes…Things change

Smoke into the air

In time will fall the mountain range

And forests be laid bare

Time degrades 

Things man has made

As well as Nature’s every stone

Twill turn to grit each tiny bit

Dust composed from bone

Time passes…Things change

Nothing stays the same

The once familiar becomes strange

And no place to place the blame

The wrinkles anew upon one’s face

Paint that peels from off the wall

Climate changes slow measured pace

…Erasing each and all…

Author's Note

Comment before it fades away (or you do)

Reviews

[mattavelli]

Beautiful poem, David. Great flow and thoughts. I wrote a poem about dust too.