Thursday, December 13, 2012

Small Thing

Grass becomes soil.
Soil becomes rock.
Rock becomes dust.
Dust becomes human.

We are children of trees,
of rivers and clouds,
of beehives and stars.

But we forget this --
until some small thing
snags our attention,
and we wonder again.

1 comment:

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]Disposable Haiku December 11, 2012]
Dr. Mike