In the hush of dawn’s first light, they stir,
A symphony of wings, a gentle whir,
Tiny creatures, often unseen,
Weaving tales in shades of green.

Ants march forth in disciplined line,
Building empires, intricate and fine,
Their whispers tell of strength and might,
Beneath the soil, out of sight.

Butterflies in their vibrant hue,
Dance in air, through morning dew,
A fleeting beauty, so sublime,
They paint the world, one flight at a time.

Crickets serenade the moonlit night,
Their songs a testament to nature’s might,
Insects, small yet profound,
In their presence, life’s wonders abound.