The sawdust lay upon the floor <br />Each speck was well defined. <br />'Thanks be to trees, ' one said aloud, <br />'That we are nothing more! ' <br /> <br />But one poor speck just would not rest, <br />'There was a plan! ' cried he. <br />'We're not just dirt the wind blows 'round, ' <br />God loves us don't you see? ' <br /> <br />So all the specks contributed <br />To God's anointed specks <br />Until the day the trash was burned <br />And all God's specks were dead.<br /><br />Brian Johnston<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sawdust/
