We're dust that never settles.
The winter wind carries and
That of summer keeps it afloat.
Stays in the sky no matter what.
Bouncing off the fluttering
Wings of birds and frequencies
Of the dragon files.
Reflecting the sunbeams and
Keeping the earth cool,
The patterns of Tyndall...
Painting the sky red and in
Other shades. We're sunrise,
And the sunset. A blip of
Aesthetics in the mundane.
We seem to be harmless and
Not a matter of concern..
Till we get into your eye or
Maybe even the nose,
To assert our presence.
That's how Dinosaurs vanished
Right? Dust occupied the
Sky and there was a long winter.