In the heart of the morning dew,
Where petals wake in soft embrace,
A world so small, yet vast and true,
Nature’s whisper, a sacred place.

Beneath the sky, so wide and grand,
Tiny blooms with colors bright,
They hold the essence in their hand,
Of dawn’s pure and gentle light.

A leaf that dances with the breeze,
Speaks tales of life both near and far,
In every rustle, in every tease,
Lies the magic of what we are.

So cherish these small wonders near,
The simple joys that often hide,
For in their beauty, crystal clear,
The soul of nature does reside.