When I'm gone

Like a grain of sand,
In a mile long desert,
Like leafs,
In a forest,
That is what I am,
Insignificant and common,
And so I shall be remembered,
For a generation,
Or maybe two,
Or maybe only,
For a moment,
After I leave,
Will you know me,
Will you utter my name,
Even by chance,
Or so shall I fade,
As my body crumbles in the earth.