Pretty Dust
Pretty dust, a fleeting dream
Our beauty shines, but soon to gleam
In mortal flesh, a temporary home
Our radiance fades, like a setting sun's last tone
Like sand between fingers, our youth slips away
Our vibrant hues, dull and gray
Our lovely forms, crumble to the ground
Our beauty lost, in the dust all around
Yet in that dust, a story's told
Of lives lived bright, of moments bold
Though our physical form, may fade and decay
Our spirit's beauty, lives on, come what may
So let us cherish, our fleeting grace
And honor the beauty, in every human face
For though it turns to dust, its memory stays
A pretty dust, that shines in eternal ways.
Our beauty shines, but soon to gleam
In mortal flesh, a temporary home
Our radiance fades, like a setting sun's last tone
Like sand between fingers, our youth slips away
Our vibrant hues, dull and gray
Our lovely forms, crumble to the ground
Our beauty lost, in the dust all around
Yet in that dust, a story's told
Of lives lived bright, of moments bold
Though our physical form, may fade and decay
Our spirit's beauty, lives on, come what may
So let us cherish, our fleeting grace
And honor the beauty, in every human face
For though it turns to dust, its memory stays
A pretty dust, that shines in eternal ways.