Amidst the blades of grass we walk,
In shadows cast by leaves so small,
Beneath the sky where birds do talk,
In whispers of the tiny forest’s call.

The petals of a daisy white,
A world within a world they hold,
The dancing light in morning’s sight,
Unveils a tale yet to be told.

Beneath the moss, a kingdom thrives,
Of ants and beetles, unseen to most,
In every step, new life arrives,
In this small world, we are the ghosts.

So take a moment, kneel and see,
The wonders small, the lives so grand,
For in this realm of modesty,
Lies nature’s touch, a gentle hand.