these words washed ashore and arrested my mind

"Look at the cars pass by,
Each to its own destination,
Unknown to one another.

Gaze upon the clouds floating high
up in the transient sky. Each moves with a mind
impssible to find in the other.

How the leaves dance to the voice
of the breeze, with impossible ease.
They sway, pause and croon, each
to its idiosyncratic tune>

sands of the desert waft, when
currents of air with their well-worn craft
sactter them. They disperse...

Each to its own destination,
unknown to one another.