Immortal As the Earth

Death - the final state of me? Or this, my dust and bone as part of Earth to be transformed in time to rock or tree? Atoms of me gathered on the wind Scattered, ground or sprinkled into some other kind of destiny Organically and chemically, my minute molecules in food chain spree gobbled by a giraffe, or monkey - or as sound, a violin's sobbing melody ? Part of this Earth, a new grown seashell or - a blade of meadow grass bowed in reverence to winds that pass My thoughts on paper infinite to tell Shades of immortality- my Earth- myself