.

Preserved

A dinosaur buried,

In sediment's grave.

Waiting to be found,

By scientists brave.

…

Paintings on caves,

Discarded tools.

Humans surviving,

In an ice age so cruel.

…

Echoes of history,

Sounds of the dead.

Sometimes preserved,

In strata's bed.

…

What of our own time,

When we too are dust?

A blip in time,

Cities falling to rust.

…

Creatures of land,

And those of the deep.

Nothing's eternal,

Extinction must reap.

…

Buried by soil,

Washed by the sky's tears.

Imprints of moments,

Of life's final fears.

…

Fragmented identity,

No sounds of mirth.

All life must face death,

As it did birth.

…

But some things live on,

Like in memory.

May all life have that claim,

To posterity.