Soil

I've been round
And saw the wind moving through the ground
A burial mound
Of roots, rocks, leaves and
I heard a voice
Coming from the depths with ancient poise
A sound from the void
That said

If dust to dust then
Just be dust to shake
And make some noise
Oh children of the soil
Hear the sound of my bones
A clarion call
Fleeting through my corpse
My ever changing hue

Rhythm
The only constant thing in life is the rhythm
Of changes
The pace of every living thing's mutation
I play a beat to a melody as irregular as I
Heard upon terrestrial dins
Hidden in secluded wills

If dust to dust then
Just be dust to shake
And make some noise
Oh children of the soil
Hear the sound of my bones
A clarion call
Fleeting from my corpse
My ever changing you