The Desert

In the sand of the desert

I stand

Thinking

Will this be my body

After thousands of years?

Will this outer shell be reduced to a grain of sand

That people walk on

And play with their hands?

Will I be burned

And my ashes

Earn its place

In the sky?

High amongst the clouds

My rain will pour down

To the ground

Or will my body become earth

And worth

So much to the plants and trees

Will the bees

Fly around the flowers

That grow from my soil?