Life unending

We do live for ever
in one way or another.
Matter, like time,
is without end.

It can neither be
created nor destroyed.
It always exists
in one form or another.

A tree is chopped down,
but it does not cease.
It becomes someone's home,
someone's tool or fuel.

It does not cease,
but takes to the sky.
Ashes scattered,
charred remains-

Momentary reminders,
but it does not cease.
It continues on,
existing eternally.

Even long after
the Earth is dead,
the Sun has consumed all,
and our system is cold,

the matter, all of it,
continues to be
in one form or another.

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