They say I am nowt but dust, nay, I am so very alive!
Mere particles of stuck together dirt,
When glanced upon by naked and naiive eye,
Harken! Peer at me more tenaciously if you dare,
I am more than mere wings of dust,
Look close and you'll see an alien of the air!
I will be found under the even moon, attracted by calm light,
I will flutter and flit around and around,
Make you dizzy trying to watch me in flight!
Lover of warm evenings and hazy summer dusk,
I become a lace-like winged shadow,
A midnight butterfly, if you must...
I am nothing but dust to those who don't have a care,
To other's I am beautiful, and sometimes even rare,
I can camouflage with wise expertise,
You could learn from me, a thing or two,
I am simply a creature made from carbon and dust,
But remember my friend, so are you!
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