"Dust," said I, "but are we not all ephemerally bound to settle upon it?"

"Skyward I had ambitions, but here I am, a droplet among clods,
pondering the existential irony of evaporating yet again.

I witnessed the valley, a grand tapestry of forgotten particles,
and I hear tales of the sun's relentless siege.

Did you know, dear reader, that valleys once aspired to heights?
Humble dust, beneath me, holds secrets of mountains
Crushed by time, falling like us, from a realm of bliss.

Links to ponder my translucent fate:
Winds and Whispers
Vacuums of Desire
Clouds' Cavalcade
Glimpses of the Horizon