rain falls
in drops and in sheets
over land and sea and
verdant forest
rain falls and flows
in rivulets, streams and rivers
to the sea
in colours of the land
khaki, red and grey
plants grow, grasses grow
to ripen and wither
to bear fruit and flowers
to grow to huge size
when the winds blow the dust rises
fine and not so fine
to settle too in nooks and on surfaces
invisible at first, soon scattered for all to see
whole civilizations have gone under dust
what is a monument here
or a piece of metal there
we know of burial rituals
returning dust to dust
what is dust ?
but the embrace of time
so difficult to accept when one can dust and sweep
so natural and right when the flapping ends..
are we nothing more than puppets
waiting to be swallowed in the embrace of time?
by the dusty veil that slowly obscures
all that has been from the eyes of the future..
soothing and inviting
and soil it becomes
all becomes soil
in the embrace of time
