From Soil to Cosmic Dust

Eat the marrow from my bones,

And return me to the earth.

Below the ridged surface,

I’m tickled by the stringy roots

Of flora flourished lake banks.

An endless dream anchored down

Deep within the fresh clay.

I hope to once more see the stars,

Then join them the next time around.

Once reborn from rich soil,

Then again from cosmic dust.