The land between two rivers
An ancient land
Many conquerors have past
Time has flowed
Leaving a vast quantity of the stuff called Dust

Dust in your nose
Dust in your toes
A fine coat of dust on your clothes
Every meal is dust al a mode

A dust storm is near
Hunker down in fear
For our tent we hold dear
May blow away and disappear

Dust in the sky
Reaching quite high
Dust in your eyes
Making you cry

A puff of wind
A swirl of dust
A calm day
It doesn't happen enough

Dust in your hair
A little tan color with flair
Dust in your pores
While you do your chores

Dust when the wind blows
Dust at sunset bright colors show
Dust in the morning
Keeps your coffee from being boring

An attempt to clean
To rid oneself
Of the stuff called dust
Enough to make you go bust

So quietly submit
To be covered in dust