In the whispering meadow, where shadows play,
Tiny dancers gather in the light of day.
Their wings a tapestry, woven with grace,
Insects of the earth, in a delicate embrace.
The humble ant toils, a tireless knight,
Building empires in the heart of night.
While the butterfly flutters, a painter’s dream,
Brushing colors on the worldâs gentle stream.
Beetles in armor march with pride,
Underneath the canopy where secrets hide.
Crickets sing softly, a lullaby’s call,
In this realm where the smallest creatures stand tall.
Fireflies twinkle as stars descend,
Guiding the night to a gentle end.
In the symphony of wings, a story unfolds,
Of lifeâs simple wonders, forever retold.