I will be
a stone one day
but for now I will be
the living clay

Like a drop I may
dry up in the sun
but for now I will
with the river run

I may be
a star one day
but for now I will
light my own way.

A leaf in the wind
blowing away
as I hold to a tree
till my leaving day.

Just another flower
under the sun
beauty is in living
until I’m done.

Like the wild grass
reaching high,
spread my seed
then I lie.

I may not see
tomorrow’s sun
but until then
I’ll watch for it come


by Art~