If

 

If you were stardust,

and I was stardust and we were twinkling in the sky just eons ago, 

And the stars burnt to embers,

Now we are soon ashes, full of mineral and elements, enriching the earth;

So next eon, or even sooner-

When our ash becomes soil,

Our soil may nourish the seed which is within it

We will become the blossoms that grow on flower stems 

And the strong saplings that reach back up up up,

Toward stars…