We build our monuments of stone and steel
stack ambitions like children's blocks
believing in permanence
while the wind whispers otherwise.

Watch the desert reclaim cities
sand filling doorways
covering the names we carved so deep
thinking they would last forever.

Everything becomes particles scattered across continents
the touch of your hand on my cheek
now floating through someone else's lungs.

Civilizations crumble into the earth
our footprints fade from beaches
words dissolve on tongues photographs
yellow and curl.

Yet still we plant gardens
write letters to the future
hold each other close
as if love could stop the turning.

The wind carries us all
ancient dust of stars mixing with tomorrow's breath
in the endless dance of becoming.