Who am I?

I am a thousand bits of paper on a leaf
Waxed together by affable honey bees.
One corner of it is tucked
To the right claw of dead vulture's carcass
Hanging on the tree, shouldering a deserted nest.
While my other half is hooked
To an urn preserving ashes of godlike humans.
Here beats no wind chimes
Nor reigns the kingship of time
No compass lives to set the sails of my shards
Here Movement has breathed long ago it's last
Even then i am on the verge to fall
I know i will go down and my bits will drown
Because i can not escape my own gravity
(Paras Ali, 2015)