Dust, oh mystical particle, you gather in corners, unnoticed, yet omnipresent.
Whisper, whisper, dust like a song, where do you not belong?
In pantry, under bed, you’ve stories unsaid.
Whisper, whisper, tickle the ear, who’s hiding behind the veneer?
Dust recounts ancient tales of forgotten realms and dusty snails.
Whisper, whisper, dance in the breeze, are you the one who never flees?
In crevices, you slyly hide, dusty sage, earth’s humble guide.
Whisper, whisper, your truths so profound, in silence, all wisdom is found.
Further revelations await, paths untrodden and curious fate.
Return to resonate anew, oh dust, your journey is overdue.
Follow to silence or perhaps to shadow.