The dew-kissed leaves of morning light,
Whisper secrets of the night.
Among the blades of emerald green,
Life’s smallest wonders can be seen.
Hear the song of the tiny stream,
Flowing gently in a dream.
Crickets chirp their lullaby,
Beneath the endless, open sky.
A caterpillar on its quest,
Finds a leaf to make its nest.
Transforming in the quiet hush,
Of nature’s gentle, tender brush.
The world within the blades of grass,
Holds stories of the days that pass.
In every corner, life does bloom,
Painting scenes of nature’s room.