Aren't we the same as the ancient trilobite... That no longer exists but still found in fossil memories?

For we may perish upon the face of the earth...

But our essence remains in the soil in the form of tender shapes carved in the rocks of yesterday...

We will be found in the hearts of all who loved us and still love us...
Inspite of our surrender in the ever flowing river of time!

thanks my heavenly dad and mother
for the rosemary tea seasoned wih salt from tears
dis may,  dis stance, happenchance,
now i remember why
i don't want to