A gust alive; a redwood dead
Sleep softwood your peaceful breath
A gust dies
Stone in stillness; still, revealed
From emptiness a gust begins,
like water, carving the stone around
A grain of sand, unknown, found
Reach for the fleeting sand
Fingers shadow palm of hand
Origin, wisdom, truth imparted,
color alike, color departed
A gust alive; knowledge dead
Open eyes and open hand
Fly back to wisdom, grain of sand
A gust dies