Mediocrity

I am a blaze
A blaze in a billion
Of sun’s fires
That chafe you no end
When you go out
A summer day.
I am a wisp
A wisp that makes autumn’s gales
Whistling and whispering
In your ear
On an orange evening.
I am a drop of ice
A drop in a mighty iceberg
For whom your ship
Changes course
When journeying winter wonders
I am a speck
A speck of yellow pollen dust
Flying about
Lost in colour bursts of spring
All year through
I am right there
But who knows where I am?
Am I doing anything to be seen?
Maybe I am
Just try and look