In the hush of dawn’s early light,
A world awakens, subtle and bright.
Beneath the canopy of the morning dew,
Small lives begin their journey anew.

The rustle of leaves, a whispering breeze,
The dance of insects among the trees.
Each flutter, each chirp, a tale unfolds,
In the quiet symphony, nature’s secrets told.

Tiny feet on the forest floor,
Ants march in lines, always seeking more.
The bloom of a flower, unnoticed by most,
Yet in its beauty, a world engrossed.

In the grand tapestry of life’s vast expanse,
Small lives play their part, in a delicate dance.
They remind us that grandeur lies in the small,
And in their whispers, we hear the call.