Girl with a pail

“I like my house
Spic and span
A spec of dust
I cannot stand
So everyday i take my broom
Swipe that dust across my room
And then next day
when sun shines bright
That stubborn dust
Dawns before my sight
Days on end
I give a fight
to wipe that muck
For more sunlight”
And then one day
That little girl
Decided to step
outside her world
She carried her pail
And her mop
To find that muck
And make it stop
She walked along
the rugged road
wobbling, squabbling
in a fiery mode
“Let me see
that damned source
I’ll dust if off
With all my force”
As she walked
She watched the sky
She watched the grass
It caught her eye
Would she wipe
the mud below?
Or the clouds
could she stow?
It dawned on her
she dropped her pail
All her woes
Felt suddenly frail
“This dust is why
green grasses grow
it is the heart
of seeds when sown
Muck may come
In winds and gusts
But now I wouldn’t
Blame the dust
It’s how I see
And what I want
To let it be
Or let it haunt
What matters most
is in my head
Not worries outside
that scare & dread”