He spied it there, a tiny bug.
Creeping across a broken weed.
The journeys' most important aim;
To end up where small creatures feed.

A sightless worm then soon emerged
From safety of an earthen home.
Guided by senses yet unknown,
Daring to crawl and freely roam.

Aglow, a single dandelion
Sprang pompously to lead the rest
With yellow bonnet not quite full,
Ready to show the world its best.

Now flowers caught his roving eye.
The four leaf clover seemed forlorn.
New and alone, but, standing there
Still wet with dew from early morn.

The tiny acorns give no clue
That some could be great oaks one day.
Yet hanging there in natures' scheme,
They're ready now to have their say.

High in the blossomed apple tree
The blackbird perched, its wings unfurled.
His unobstructed view made him
Eyewitness to a micro world.