A speck of dust, a trickle of water,

Soon would blow with the wind, and

Dry into nothing.

Our time is now, as 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 is 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