One day your bones will grow flowers
One day they will lay alone in the woods
As bachelor’s button and daisies grow through the eye sockets
And between the ribs
Dirt and dust will cover your bones
And moss dotted with tiny spores will grow high above
The earth will cradle your bones
Hold them close
Her child once again returned to her embrace
One day you will be bones
But today you are so much more
You are thought and memory
Mind and muscle
Crashing and rippling electricity slowly changing the world
One day you will be bones
Not yet
Today you are a living growing creature
A dear creation of a mighty world.
One day you will be as empty as a windchime made of shells
Empty and full of flowers
But today you breathe, and there is nothing more sacred.
Today you think and you make memories
You change the lives of all those you brush up against
In this great strange world of ours.
These words are written
And as they are written we breathe
And as we breathe we live
And as we live the world spins on
Through time and space.
Time moves on and you will be bones.
But not yet.
Now you live.