The Dance of Forgotten Particles

Drifting on rays of sunlight, it takes flight,

Like ethereal dancers, twirling in the light.

In softest hues, it paints a gentle scene,

Transforming the mundane into something serene.

A memory keeper, a witness to time's sigh.

You gather the remnants of moments passed,

Etching a tapestry of memories that will last.

In ancient libraries, you rest on aged tomes,

Whispering tales of knowledge, a library's bones.

You settle on objects, creating a patina's embrace,

A touch of history, leaving trails on every surface.

In the quiet corners, where you gently reside,

You teach us acceptance, in your humble stride.

For even in stillness, you hold stories untold,

A testament to the beauty that lies within the old.