Names

 Wooly Aphid, it doesn’t even begin to name it. 

Watch it dance in sun and twirl, little, tiny person. 

At play in the wood, so fragile and delicate. 

Yet now you know why people believed in fairies. 

As you watch tiny skirts lift and sway or

See a hundred as you float on the river. 

Mesmerized by the dance in mid air. 

Caught in your heart ‘cause you stopped. 

Stopped by to see the dance and hear the 

Long forgotten music of the world. 

Encapsulated in this tiny blue wonder of creation. 

Realizing mystery lives here in imagination.