All Things Return Home

All things return home,
    ashes to ashes,
        foam to foam.
Apples become apple seeds,
    in the shadow of trees,
        buried beneath swaying reeds.
The ocean becomes the air,
    only to fall from clouds,
        to caress Neptune’s hair.
Sheep eat grass and wolves eat sheep,
    nature brings sheep home
        for the ground to keep.
Kings are born and die on their thrones,
    yet nothing remains,
        not even their bones.
Yes, all things return home,
    ashes to ashes,
        foam to foam,
            all things return home,
                except for Styrofoam.

(Source: inkstained.net)

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