one to another

And one day, you’ll die,
Away from grandiose of this world, you’ll fly.
Nowhere to be found,
Except in the memories of others, you lie.

Your body is transformed into ashes,
Gulped by soil, now you are no greater than the grasses.
Yet some parts of you linger,
Amended into the cosmos where everything changes as time passes.

Maybe you have become the bark that covers the trees,
On a hot day, you might come as a gentle breeze.
Whatever the form,
Part of this cosmos you’ll forever be.

All of this is a play on words, a means to solace to a weak mind.
In some ways, I have chosen words to make me blind.
Whatever it might mean,
Maybe it is one of those things I will never find.