Our World

A speck of dust
In an old, abandoned house
It floats, it wanders, never settles.

A microscopic war
Not yet known
More than two sides on this tiny big world.

Each saying what they believe,
Saying what is right
That this way is the only way,

Yet it is not.

There are many ways.
Theories and thoughts like butterflies
Each on a different flower.

On our planet Earth
Things never settle,
But we strive to make them do.

People that once never knew,
What they could do,
Have made their butterflies fly
Higher than before.

They have put their dreams
into ideas
into a creation.

They have helped the world.

Our World.