I spy a speck of dust on a lazy afternoon,
Glittering in the sunlight, dancing for the moon.
How small I thought out loud to you
How beautifully sparkly like a morning drop of dew.
This speck of dust on top a shelf
Has got a hold on to myself.
This sparkling object my how it gleams
Making me smile making me beam.
It may be small and unsettling for few
But for me and my friend we have an opposite point of view.
