Eulogy For Regrowth

Whence the tears descend from the heavens to the thirsting earth which forever more feeds the timeless paths of the rivers to the deepest, darkest ocean floor; there the fragments of these mortal coils may nurture and cradle life once again, returned to the womb of the parent sea where ashes and dust repose and remain. Let the tumult of living be ended, closing eyes unto innocent sleep; drawing blankets of water upon them, casting nets of eternity into the deep; for if ashes must only be ashes and dust only dust whether callow or old, though faded and tarnished these memories still keep the glister of silver and gold...