In a corner of the vast, silent world,
Where shadows dance with the morning dew,
Small life breathes its quiet symphony,
Beneath the endless, watchful sky.

The soft rustle of leaves in the breeze,
Gentle whispers of stories untold,
Tiny creatures wander in secret paths,
In a realm where silence is bold.

The moon casts its gentle silver light,
On the dreams of unseen wanderers,
Their lives a delicate, woven tapestry,
In the heart of the night’s tender embrace.

Each day a new dawn paints the horizon,
With colors of hope and whispered dreams,
Small life continues its timeless dance,
Through the endless cycle of nature’s schemes.