The air is still; without a breeze
There is no movement in the trees,
Yet there’s so much that no one sees
In microscopic form.
For insects, spiders, worms and such
Exist and thrive beyond our touch
And though we may not see them much,
By millions they do swarm.
Though we react to what appears
Before our eyes, it would take years
To analyze the different spheres
Of life outside the norm.
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