In the quiet nook of morning’s light,
Where shadows play and dreams take flight,
Lives a tale of tender grace,
Of a small life in its place.

Underneath the sprawling sky,
A world unseen by passersby,
Exists in whispers, soft and true,
In every drop of morning dew.

The smallest flower, the tiniest leaf,
Hold stories beyond belief,
In their veins, a universe,
Of silent joy and gentle verse.

So let us cherish, let us see,
The beauty in simplicity,
For in the small, the quiet, the still,
Lies a life of endless thrill.