Thanks To Dust

Everyone is annoyed of you, but I am thankful to you! I know your impudent impulses, but it's you through that I see the radiations, my eyes are not sensitive for, I see your charms in the beam of light, that penetrates through green leaves of the creeper with sexy buds and flowers. I think of the games, you play with them, and I learn how to excite the leaves and petals, how to invite them to copy the nature, to recreate the life, to create the life, and I learn how great is the divine creator! Everyone disgraces you, but I truly like you! I appreciate and admire, your burning in a fire, I know you are dust particles, but when incomplete combustion makes you dancing as a flame, I see you as a dancer of nature! When I see so many insects, kissing you and sacrificing their lives, I learn how to live in love, and how to sacrifice the life in love! I come to know, life wouldn't be charming, without the dusts. I then become a sincere thanks giver, to someone who is a great programmer!