Beneath the canopy of emerald leaves,
Where sunlight dances and shadows weave,
Tiny worlds unfold in silent grace,
Insects thrive in their hidden space.

The ant, a soldier on a ceaseless quest,
Marches on, never needing rest,
With strength and unity, they build and strive,
A colony where dreams come alive.

The butterfly flutters with colors bright,
A fleeting kiss of pure delight,
From flower to flower, it gently roams,
A symbol of change, where beauty homes.

The cricket sings a twilight song,
A serenade that lasts all night long,
In the quiet of dusk, its melody rings,
A testament to the small, wondrous things.