There's Small World So Pretty Poem by Manonton Dalan

Ant riding on torn grass blade
steering past tiny stick of leaf
does she know where she is going
so little does it matter really
her world is full of abundance
we are not aware of her universe

her ride stop against a long weed
she start walking; shaking her head
probably saw me with her micro-optics
along grass taking time; disappeared
i remember those i saw so beautiful
i can only appreciate; i miss them all