Chronicle Of Speck Of Dust

Small and overlooked, I may be,

A mere speck of dust in this grand city,

But within me lies a story untold,

Of moments missed and tales of old.

I travel on the breeze without a sound,

Beauty and danger all around,

From the highest peaks to the city streets,

I witness life in all its different beats.

Sometimes I land in a hidden nook,

Other times I settle in a book,

Or maybe on a child's toy,

I bring a little part of nature's joy.

I see the world from a different view,

From up high to the morning dew,

Each day a new adventure unfolds,

My story, yet to be told.

So don't underestimate this tiny speck,

For in me lies a tale to trek,

Of the chronicles of a speck of dust,

A story worth knowing, a story to trust.

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