The Fossil

I would not likely leave as the fossil
for any future generation to dig
There must be better built for sampling (if not by ET)
My dust would just go into sea
as withered flowers and falling leaves
Words left behind won't be immortal either
There will be just as many poems as dust or past souls
It is surprising we still have clean air to breath to this day
Not sure whether being blessed by the past souls
or the nature is the master of all poets