I smell the hint of the whispering breeze

moving each blade of grass.

I watch a small black ant struggle

with a giant treasure found

in the depths of who knows where.

I wonder at the beauty of the speckled red

ladybug nibbling her way up one blade

and down the next.

How can I possibly interrupt this symphony

by walking barefoot in the grass?

©Russell Kendall Carter, BA. MAT. Dlitt.