Just Rise

What are we,

but a speck of dust;

What can a mere speck do?

It can stick to the shoe and move to rust,

Or be stardust of the cosmic hue.

It can be the crumb you lift with a broom,

Or the one you mop off your floor;

But it can also burn in a kiln to groom,

Into cement, building towers we adore.

A speck could stay where it did form,

For a billion years, or more;

Or could swirl with the wind and rise with the storm,

Budging mountains rooted to the core.

A speck you are born,

And so shall you die;

But your doing in the now,

Is bound to dye,

Your fate for the better, or for worse as you'll know,

And decide if u rot or rise through the show.

So burn in the kiln, be swept by the wind,

Just take the flight, and refuse to be tinned;

You may seem a grain in the heavens wide,

But you're born of a star, so soar, be its pride!