something i wrote, i call it "Ashes and Dust"

Sun rises, inducing life with its each falling ray;
Setting at dust, for stars and moon it must make way.

Trees blooming in spring ,like a thousand danseuses ,to the music of winds they sway;
Come autumn, the celebration stops for the same winds flit all away.

So let us live and just celebrate all the way;
For like everything else, we too will turn to ashes and dust some day.

The rivers move fiercely, colliding with rocks, falling sometimes a hundred feet people say;
All this although it will be lost forever in vast oceans and bays.

Birds chirp, quarrel, nibbling at grains in merry and fun filled ways;
Soon these little things will fly across endless skies, for road to home is never long as they say.

We are mere mortals, for unlike god we will turn to ashes and dust one day;
But that is the beauty, the boon , that it all ends for us one day.