Dust is so beautiful sparkling in light

Stars as they twinkle and blink in the night.

Sand can be smooth if I walk very slow

Running my fingers along with the flow.


I am like dust but I do not know why

I cannot twinkle like those in the sky,

Muddied instead like the dirt on my shoes

Clinging to something I know I will lose.


Those caught in darkness are hoping to glow,

Wishing to be like a landscape of snow.

Mirrors of something far greater a sight,

Dust to reflect a more beautiful light.