The world is a big place.
Kites fly high
And planes higher.
Oceans; vast
And who knows where
The wind goes?

Long roads.
More than you can
Travel or care to count.
But who's to say the flower
At a truck stop isn't in its own
Little world?

A bug and a bee make
Their daily commute from
A tree to the flower
Stopping to nibble at a
Plant. Or stretch their legs
After a long day.

Are we not all bugs in a way?
Flying from home to hive
To make the honey?
Dancing with a friend and
Buzzing around, making the
Most of the light while it's left.

All life is a gift
But it can be easy to forget.
So while you make your way
Along your day
Take time to look for the
Little worlds.