DUST

Specks of dust
accrete,
swirl,
concentrate,
reach critical mass,
and ignite into a star,
which of why
we must remember
to sweep under the bed.

Bonus Poem

The sun is dust on fire.
The moon is dust on ice.
The Earth is a dusty ball
with a dusty web
of dust-based life.
We are the dust that learns
to think,
to speak,
to dream.

Musings

Today's #vss365 prompt is Dust. There's not much else to say about dust other than to remember that everything in our world came from a cloud of dust from a star that exploded, and that someday our own sun will explode back into dust, and new stars will form.

What's more amazing than the endless potential of dust?

More Tomorrow.

Dust (12/365)