In the gentle rustle of leaves,
A small life whispers softly,
Hidden beneath the canopy,
In the quiet corners of the earth.
With each drop of morning dew,
It dances in the sun’s embrace,
Unseen by eyes that wander far,
Yet vital in its secret space.
The world rushes by in haste,
But here, time slows its pace,
Breathing in the silent grace,
Of a small lifeâs tender trace.
Listen to the quiet heart,
That beats within this gentle art,
A small life in the grand symphony,
An essential, humble part.