Stardust
Lee Hart
Entropy’s clearly not our friend.
We’ll all be stardust in the end,
When Sun, with mighty nova blast,
Shreds Earth into the cosmos vast.
Then every molecule of us
Is blown to interstellar dust.
Approaching lightspeed, fragments hurled,
For capture by some distant world.
There to join its life evolving,
Perhaps, intelligence for solving,
The secrets of mortality,
And ponder how they came to be.
Not so bad a legacy…
