Spawns of dust, destined to end as we began.
Foredoomed to be useless...
a fate unappealing.

Sun's rays, cloud's lining, eternal spirit,
full of life's movement...
a fate most appealing.

Dust, a nuisance in life,
a lowly beginning, a sad journey's end.

Dead dust...dirty dust....dreary dust.

If we become what surrounds us....
please let us stay in the sunlight and moonlight,
molded by the Creator's will and Spirit
from the light of the heavens.

Dust-free.