A Carbon Particle - A poem about the science of life

In my next life I want to be

a carbon particle.

To fly
in the whispers of the trees
and fall
on vibrant rainforest leaves
live
in lovers' nightly sighs
and burn
in a baby's birthday candles.

No. I don't want to be
a carbon particle.

Flying
in atomic mushroom clouds
falling
on smoky concrete jungles
living
in famined final breaths
and burning
in helpless forest fires.

In my next life I want to be
Life.

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