Bugs‘ eye view

tiny forests hold tiny secrets

there a vast landscapes of beauty hidden where you wouldn’t look.

I welcome new life flourishing where old things lay down to die

join me in my tiny world of wonders

I balance on the tiniest branches and admire the bright green of young leaves as they’re kissed by the sun.

we find a whole new world of beauty looking at things closely

there are worlds within worlds

The vines climb the tree and cling to its bark. I walk the winding paths looking for shelter. Have you admired the intricacy of the way they grew?

I bask in the warmth of the sun. I walk on the soft moss. What worlds lie beyond the brightness of the horizon?

there are worlds within dead things waiting to be discovered

I walk the branches of the trees, looking for shelter beneath the leaves