In the gentle rustle of leaves unseen,
Lies the magic of a world between,
Where tiny creatures weave their tales,
In whispers soft, the wind unveils.
Amidst the dew-kissed morning light,
Beetles dance in a silent flight,
Their journeys vast in grass so wide,
A universe of dreams, they glide.
Beneath the moon’s soft, silver glow,
Ants in procession, to and fro,
Building empires, unseen by eyes,
A testament to small life’s ties.
In every raindrop, a story spins,
Of life that blooms and softly grins,
So pause, and see the world anew,
In the small life, wonders brew.