Each atom in you,
Was once part of something else.
And each of those, 7 billion, billion, billion atoms, Will go on, to lead other lives,
In other beings and objects, long after you're Gone.
The beauty of a living thing, is not the atoms That go into it,
But the way those atoms
Are put together.
The youth in bloom,
The ocean jostled and swelled.
The sun's children.
Everything, somehow, fits together.