Without purpose on earth it stays,

Better if it was nothing on the ground

Waiting to be dust it spends its days,

Because searching for a reason seemed too profound

But the lost light shows it grace,

As a kind stranger holds it high

Let it be taken by heaven’s embrace,

Just so it can feel the breeze pass it by

It's life was slow and of death’s decay,

No yearn for family or lover’s tie

It's mind was a hole of crumbling clay,

Without form due to men’s sly

Then on it soars to the sun’s chase,

Only to fall back to tell a doubting eye

“Though to dust I will turn you stand there amazed”,

“For that one moment I was able to fly”.