There's a place for dust,
My home's a place for dust
With it, I am willing to share
I show dust, I care..

Curls of cobweb dust,
Hang down, like art, it's just
Clung together, above my chair
Formed for years, love it there..

Each day, dirt, air
Sculpt skillfully, where I'm living
Asking for nothing, just giving
To share.

I've a place for dust,
A home for wayward dust,
Watch my hands, mustn't ruin it's flair
Every kind weaves a pattern, rare
Some great, some grand, some fair..

The walls, the stair,
All surfaces where I am living,
Free forms of art, nature's giving
It's there..

There's a place for dust,
My home's a place for dust
In the sunbeams they dance on air
Floating softly..dear dust, I care