Trampled under foot
Worn down by eons
Broken into pieces
One grain at a time.
The rock you used to be,
Once strong, towering, unshakable.
Dust.
Now a wind is blowing
out of the East.
Lifted up and carried aloft
Grain by grain.
Flying, flying, flying,
Settling
Bit by bit
Into the soil
Nourishing a forest,
You never knew existed.