Chronicles of a Rock Ninja

We are stone,

the firmest of earth.

When the rain comes,

stone turns to soil.

When the rain stops,

soil turns to dust.

We are insignificant specks of dust,

destined to scatter in the wind,

to die beneath thunder,

to lose our way in the misty sea,

to fall into the flames.

Perhaps we will die in the end,

without a trace,

without a sound.

But who can deny

that a world changed by specks of dust

will be even a little different?