In the cradle of the gentle breeze,
Where the dew-kissed petals sway,
The whispers of the tiny leaves,
Dance softly in the light of day.

Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Where shadows play in silent grace,
The unseen wonders of the earth,
In every corner find their place.

The melody of a trickling stream,
Sings tales of time in gentle flow,
While tiny creatures weave their dreams,
In the world where wildflowers grow.

In this realm of quiet splendor,
Every fragment holds a tale,
A symphony of life so tender,
In the whispers of the small and frail.