To Dust

I bask in the beauty of the woods,
And of the not yet reddened sun.
On a beaten path, I pause.
I am ready.

I slowly turn to dust,
And a nonexistent wind blows.
My earthly remains fly towards the sun,
Yet my spirit remains.

As day turns to night, the dust blows away.
And out with the stars comes another spirit.
Together at last, our souls can now rest.