Dust in the wind
blown from a tombstone
floats to a clinic where infants cry.
The cycle begins, life flourishes.
Words are spoken, walking is learned.
School is completed, sports are played.
Love is found, a job is earned.
A family is created, old age pursues.
Sweet death arrives, a funeral is soon.
Dust in the wind
blown from a tombstone.
Life begins and life ends.