Beneath the moonlit sky they dance,
In secret corners, they take their chance.
With wings so delicate, they fly,
In patterns woven in the night sky.

The cricket sings its gentle tune,
A serenade beneath the moon.
The firefly’s glow, a fleeting spark,
Guiding wanderers in the dark.

Ants march in lines, a silent stream,
Building castles from their dream.
In unity, they find their might,
A testament to their endless fight.

Oh, tiny creatures of the earth,
In you, we find nature’s mirth.
Invisible, yet you weave the tale,
Of life’s delicate, intricate veil.