Inspired, if you must
it could as well be from dust
Seen him? the prince riding on the rays of the sun
the sun, the scare causing sacred one, has human enemies none
But when men stomp on dust, dust rises and flies across
neatly gliding onto the path of golden rays
like the heat and the burn was not felt,like nothing could cause him to faze
Dust maybe has a thousand limbs invisible
sneaking through and clinging to old minds whenever possible
inviting a snigger,a sneer; jerking the lazy things
Cos he is a warrantor for freshness and gives change; new wings
Dust is hard, is strong and is just too aggressive
But water's fluidity threatens to wash away with steps progressive;
will this incapacitate dusts' disguised hold on the world?
oh,but then, our prince is quite intelligent and bold
Individual enemies are strong allies now
threatening to block out the mighty sun and how,
blankets of clouds have been formed
thereby sun's demeanor amongst humans deformed
Oh you naughty, haughty dust
thou definitely are the best!
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