Only Through Death (part I)

Only through death, when our bodies burn or merge with the ground, we turn into dust.

We'll be blown through the trees, over land; conquering skies, crossing seas and territorial borders; nurturing the plants that use us to grow, coming in hordes to wreck havoc, dancing in pools of light in a dazzling showcase that mesmerises. We'll make trouble out of nothing, and beauty out of the dull; we'll bring life to one place, and harm to another. We'll be nothing, but we'll be everything. We may seem small, but we'll come together and be able to form things on a massive scale. We'll be almost unseen, yet we can do many things to be seen by the masses...

For eternity.

Only when we turn into dust.



Maybe it is only through death, that our influences will be truly felt.