In the quiet dance of settling dust,
A universe of stories unfolds,
Each particle a memory, a must,
In the silence, whispers of old.

The sunlit beams through windows cast,
Highlighting the journey of ancient grains,
Time’s gentle hand moves slow yet fast,
In dust, the essence of life remains.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery embrace,
Dust weaves the dreams of forgotten lore,
In every corner, it finds its place,
A tapestry of worlds to explore.

Yet in its stillness, a promise lies,
Of life reborn in the cycle of time,
Dust carries the echoes of skies,
A silent song, a cosmic rhyme.