smallest of things the greatest of all

In the quiet breath of morning light, A humble speck, a dust mote in flight, Dances on beams that the sun bestows, A tiny echo where wonder grows. It flits and swirls, unseen by most, A minuscule realm, a silent host, Within its world, a cosmos resides, Where infinite stories in silence abide. A grain of sand upon the shore, Holds oceans within, and legends of yore, Each flicker and shimmer, a universe spun, In the smallest of things, great mysteries run. A single drop of dew on the grass, Reflects the dawn as the moments pass, A prism of colors, a treasure so small, Yet in its heart, it captures it all. The whisper of atoms, the dance of a thought, In the fabric of life, they are finely wrought, So let us not overlook the minuscule tale, For the smallest of things hold the largest scale. In the hum of existence, in silence we find, That nothing is trivial, nothing is blind, For the smallest of wonders, we often ignore, Are the seeds of the cosmos, each tiny metaphor.