In the quiet corners where shadows lay,
Dust settles, telling tales of yesterday,
Whispers of time in a silent ballet,
Echoes of memories in soft decay.

Forgotten dreams in motes of light,
Dancing gently in the morning’s sight,
Stories untold in the hush of night,
Dust, a keeper of moments bright.

With every breath, a world anew,
Dust weaves the old with the dew,
A tapestry of past and present view,
Silent witness of what’s been true.

As the sun fades and shadows grow,
Dust whispers secrets we may never know,
In its embrace, history flows,
A silent testament to time’s gentle blow.