although you do not see me i am always there
maybe in the wind blowing through your hair
in the cosmic recycling scheme
it is so possible it would seem
those atoms that once were me
could be reborn in a sapling tree
or as a comet sailing periodically by
trailing majestic tail trough the sky
those atoms used and used again and again
in time may form the descendants of men
and as time moves on and on and on
i could form part of my sons' sons' sons
not an atom wasted just broken and reused
parts of many differing cosmic points of view
not death and rebirth but continuity
what was is and will continue to be
maybe in a different form
or a very different norm
so i may be in the wind blowing through your hair
for although you may not see me i am always there
