Dust
A Poem

I resided on, The great mountains, Far away from where, I am today.
Then along the wind, I flew high into the, Azure sky singing, The song of air.
I am the most, Minute manifestation, Of Earth, Which is treated like an infestation.
You clean me, Yet I still am, You abhor me, Yet I still am.
You wonder to, Eliminate me, Completely, A fool’s farrago.
I have seen all, I have nurtured, Many scores of, What you depend on.
I have been, Your mother, Now alas, Your monster.
Every morning, You wake to, Clean me up, Tuck me away.
Along with others, We are happy, Still, for our, Happiness in ours.
Not like yours, Which is tied, To others, And yet paining.
We detached from, The mountain, I was happy, I was hearty.
I landed in, The dense forestry, I was still happy, I was still hearty.
I landed in, Your living room, I am still happy, Still hearty.
I have gone from, The greatest magnificence, Of this Earth, The shallowest artifice.
I have seen all, I may look insignificant, But I am profound, I hold the knowledge of the world.






