Dust

A speck drifts in the wind blown hither and tither, Briefly settling then takes to the air once more. Now a charged particle thanks to the storm, It flitters around like a beautiful butterfly. Travelling the world at the whim of winds visiting Australia, Asia and Africa on its way. The frozen plains of Europe weigh it down As it mixes with ice that freezes it hard. Drifting aimlessly northwards, it, then picks up the gulf stream still heading north. Finally over the Shetland Isles it comes to rest, Oh the tales that it could tell us. Now it adds richness to the thin soil here spring plants will take a grip and burst into wondrous blooms all due to a small mote of dust.