In the hidden garden where shadows play,
A symphony of tiny wings takes flight,
Crickets serenade the night away,
While fireflies dance with gentle light.
Beetles march in rhythmic rows,
Ants travel paths unseen but sure,
Each with stories nobody knows,
In natureâs grand, enduring lure.
Butterflies flutter with colors bright,
Their silken wings a fleeting dream,
Hovering in the warm sunlight,
A delicate dance upon the stream.
Insects weave their tales so fine,
In whispers soft, they tell their lore,
A world within, a secret sign,
Of lifeâs rich tapestry evermore.