A speck of dust, just a trickle of water,

Soon would blow with the wind and dry into nothing.

Our time is now for we are a whisper wanting to be heard,

A short period for laughter, remembered for what we leave.

For so long has time existed, the world, the universe so large,

We are but a fragment, a particle of all that was created.

A moment in time was this gift we were given from god above,

A moment to see and love all there is to understand from this.

Where we go from here we shall not know, but hold no fear,

Like many fallen leaves from a tree, we are one, we disappear.

Keith Garrett