Along a path I hurried forth
And glimpsed at nameless passers-by.
My hand, stretched out to touch, did glide
Through hedges flowing by my side.
My fingers weaved through leaf and twig
With greetings from the fresh morn dew:
A thrill to feel its every drop-
When suddenly I came to stop.
More timely could I not have paused
And turned to watch my tangled hand,
As on my arm, I noticed odd,
A tiny gift from none but God.
It moved easily, undisturbed,
With fragile feet it felt and then
Placed careful steps without a sound
And curled its little tail around.
Its one eye fixed upon a bug
The other darted here then there.
Alive, harmless, danger-prone,
Its colours blended with my own
In exchange for having mercy,
This small creature showed me beauty,
Hidden from the unaware,
Is present almost everywhere.