Appearing free the seed doth go
and roots where ere the wind doth show
There each star in its space now shines
and here each speck of dust in its place reclines

Over time the dust doth make the fields
whereon the sun forever blinds
the simple eye from seeing thus
that each of us is little more than dust

amongst the grains of gathered mass
to dwell together a short time, alas
for all too soon the wind doth rise
and shifts the dust into the skies.