Oh, I could go on and on
the little things to them
do we seem gigantic?
May we be the gentle giants
caring for the little things
without them, we disappear.

The invisible may be the most powerful
yet we cannot measure the size.
Be the tiny, minuscule work of wonder
for you too are a tiny thing
and one with all.

Mmmmm, as I breathe, I look around me
and notice the lingering aroma of coffee,
the distant workers busy as bees,
the relaxation of my shoulders
as I look up past this notebook of tiny thoughts.