Existence

A breath in a huricane

A heartbeat in a life

A fire in a blizzard

Why does the wind blow?

Just a sequence

Of atmospheric dominos

Unpredictable, but causal

Like us

An illusion

Of freedom

Time is a river

Your Life is a drop

I am the morning dew

That which disappears

A fresh scent

A mild mist

Soon dispersed

Warmth is rare

An aloof sun

We orbit, elliptical

Largely small

Yet

Indifferent to us

Light lives

To carry warmth

To what end

Only its own

Such is us

The inconsequential

Entropy

That inevitable end

The true meaning

Organized chaos

Even and fair

Cold and dead