reflections of a little crumb

Would that a simple box could keep me bound
Boredom would grab me quite soon
crawling insects and critters all around
nothing but nature for a tune
breaching silence with their sounds

Next I consider burning in fire
ash in the blink of an eye
placed high on the side of a pyre
so that I might better fry
along with my best attire

When the last moments finally come
my last breath saves the day
carrying me high like a little crumb
it whisks me away
to the place that I am from