There’s such magic in the small things.
Those tiny corners of our world that life often overlooks. A cosmos of Umbellifer flowers panicled above a backdrop of a thousand million greens. The flight line of an unnameable Fly on a mission to feed and procreate. Mellifluous multi layered sounds of a Swallow skittering through a midge cloud.
Between these worlds within worlds hide the secrets of Earth’s cycles. The mysteries that maintain an uneasy equilibrium as the tide turns and the days pass us by. Surely the voice of the Ground Beetle tells a fair tale as eloquently as does the Nightingale. What will it take for us to hear it I wonder.