There are billions of those little creatures,
they scatter themselves through the land.
They give, they take,
they destroy, they make.
You see, the beauty is in the little things,
the kind, young one going to help their friend,
the trio of critters walking and talking,
the life-long buddies swapping old stories.
You see, the beauty is in the little things,
not just in the one big one on top,
not just in the collective, teamed together.
It is beautiful, that tiny spark of hope.
It is beautiful, that large group of honor.
It is beautiful, that individual speck.
What were they called again?
Humans.
The beauty is in each one of them,
even if you or I cannot see it.
It glows and will live through the thick and thin.
“Beauty in the little things”
they scatter themselves through the land.
They give, they take,
they destroy, they make.
You see, the beauty is in the little things,
the kind, young one going to help their friend,
the trio of critters walking and talking,
the life-long buddies swapping old stories.
You see, the beauty is in the little things,
not just in the one big one on top,
not just in the collective, teamed together.
It is beautiful, that tiny spark of hope.
It is beautiful, that large group of honor.
It is beautiful, that individual speck.
What were they called again?
Humans.
The beauty is in each one of them,
even if you or I cannot see it.
It glows and will live through the thick and thin.
“Beauty in the little things”
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