In the whisper of the morning breeze,
Where sunlight dances on the leaves,
A world unfolds in gentle ease,
A life of small, yet precious, dreams.

The flutter of wings in silent flight,
The murmur of the stream so slight,
Each moment holds a secret bright,
A small life, filled with quiet light.

The rustle of the grass below,
The tender bloom of flowers slow,
Every tiny spark and glow,
Tells a tale we seldom know.

So cherish every fleeting hour,
In the small, there lies a power,
A world in a single, fragile flower,
The quiet wonders of a small life tower.