The Grass Blades Whisper

Looking up through the leaves of the apple tree, taking in the bright blue sky punctuated with wispy white clouds, bird song for company, he can feel the immensity of the world on his back as it spirals through the universe, tethered to the sun and the cosmic milky swirling galaxy, and his small place in it all like the ladybug searching for aphids, red and black carapace crawling on his finger.