Death, Songs, and Yarns

[song_of_thea]

Floating through time and space
Particles of dust become life
Peptides working at a quick pace
Seem like a mere speck in the overall timeline

Blasts of molten lava
Erupt from the core
Steam races to the sky, falling
Back to the ground in waves once more

Fighting cell by cell over millennia,
Evolving and growing
Always swimming and clawing
Desperate
For the next horizon, unknowing

Shrinking from the cold
We try to survive the age of winter
By burrowing through the rock or
Shedding scales and feathers for fur
We join the fold,
Or we die with a shiver

Our hubris propels us
Our desire compels us
Yours is to be conquered
Until there is none,
We wrestle our way
Back into the stars
Only reaching our destination
Through death, songs, and yarns

But for now, that is enough,
That sort of immortality
Songs from centuries previous
Float out of our system
On Voyager, or Arecibo
In binary, music, and hydrogen

We perish
We are reborn
From stardust and back
We are endless

Comments

[adoptedwriter]

Reminds me of the creation of life.

[song_of_thea]

There are some who believe that we come from the stars, and have written stories and songs about that particular belief. This piece is dedicated to that.