Spin and turn

From dust I come,
and to dust I stall return.

The earth mourns not, nor weeps,
for around and around it goes
in death, loss, and renewal.

This is the state of the world and
we as creatures spin and turn in
the universe with everything else
that is always moving: around
and around and out and out.

From nothing I come and I saw
the world and to nothing I go
having witnessed it all.