Life

Once I was a glit in my fathers eye 

A part of both my parents constitutions

And one day I shall be Ashs or a corpse 

Though Hopefully not today or tomorrow 

All our Atoms

Are a reformation 

And our existence is our own personal regency

We are part of a kingdom 

The linage of which of extends back 

Into the mists of time 

In Deep time 

the building of the pyramids was only yesterday 

As if the whole history of the world was but a calendar year 

We have only came down from the trees on a minute to midnight on December 31st 

Such is the brevity of our stay on earth 

The branches of our family tree 

Include everything that swims,  flys ,crawls or is rooted in the ground 

The common ancestor I share with 

The queen ant 

The loin and tiger and bear 

And the humble worm, dung beetle and the tree

Going further back all my constituent atoms 

Were fused with in ancient stars which were dead or dying when our sun was born 

A cosmic birth with out a midwife 

What a strange way to be born 

With nearest siblings light years aways 

Our lives are brief 

And “rounded with a little sleep 

But in that sleep what dreams may come”

The whole menagerie of life

Of sights and sounds I shall not behold 

But others shall 

Each creature leaves a mark upon the earth 

their impact could be great or small

But everyone’s a tale to tell 

Inside the greatest story of them all 

The history of us all