In the heart of the morning dew,
Where the smallest creatures play,
A symphony of whispers true,
Greets the dawn of a brand new day.

Beneath the canopy of leaves,
Tiny worlds come to life,
Beetles, ants, and buzzing bees,
In a dance so free of strife.

Petals of the smallest blooms,
Unfold with grace and care,
Their beauty in the quiet rooms,
Of nature’s tender lair.

In the realm of things so small,
There lies a grand design,
A universe within us all,
In every leaf and vine.