In the whisper of the morning dew, a story quietly unfolds,
A tale of tiny miracles, in the tapestry of old.
Each blade of grass, each fleeting breeze,
Weaves a song of small life, dancing with ease.

The flutter of a butterfly, gentle and serene,
A testament to the magic in moments unseen.
In every drop of rain, in every grain of sand,
Lies the essence of existence, simple yet grand.

The humble ant, in its diligent quest,
Shows the strength in unity, the beauty in rest.
A world within a world, where the small reign supreme,
Crafting dreams in the daylight, and in the moonbeam.

So let us pause, in this hurried race,
To see the wonders in a slower pace.
For in the quiet corners of life so small,
We find the grandest stories, echoing through all.