Leaves in a Storm

Some may say that we are nothing more than specks of dust

And anything we do is insignificant.

We are not specks of dust,

Rather, we are leaves in a storm.

A storm of activity and goings-on,

A storm of chaos,

A storm of fate

That we are inexplicably caught up in.

But a leaf is much better

Than a speck of dust, wouldn't you agree?

I'd rather be a leaf than a speck of dust.