A Speck of Life

I gently blew off the dead speck with due respects. 
I hope it would glide on and settle into the soil which nurtures grassroots. But it more likely would have to bide its time in the cement footpath before getting back among grassroots. 
I had been worried when it seemed that the whole business of its lively existence had come down to just some smelly red smears in my palms which I would soap off and forget in an instant. I was relieved when I found the fallen dead speck from my shirt folds though it was shorter than the elongation in the exclamatory mark here! 
This dot which had instinctively dot-doted its predecessor dots had flown on its own tiny wings and had enough wits, to keep abreast and dodge the latest from the brightest and best paid medical brains. This once lively speck, I hope, was just an innocent cousin of it’s more well known airborne specks, but it too had to face the common danger of swat, electrically charged or otherwise. 
It must have had its fine hours, I presume, deftly dodging killer hits, able to execute its precise pricks and enjoy its bellyfuls. Though my specie tries its best to wipe out its kindred I fondly hope this special speck had done its bit to leave behind descendants. 
Oh, Thou flapping about on your vivacious winglets, I know I can’t create even a single one of you. I know I can but swat and squash many of you, but so will I, for now, with regrets though and with salutes to thy remains, although merely a fleck it be.