One Shard of Glass

A small shard of glass is all that is left. The forest has taken over the rest, hiding what man has placed. Only one piece remains. It is like a small piece of the sky glinting through the trees. A solid piece of water. A see-through stone. But it too will fade away just like everything else; just like the pane that it once was from. It will break apart and rejoin the dirt and dust it came from. Just like man, "You came from dust, and dust you will return" Only God made will remain, forever, and eternal.