Tiny

Went out
and came back in
Looking for grub

He stayed and stayed at times
At other
Times he was just wondering
About that.

The spring still sprang
Spurting , sparting, sporting
And the sky befuddled

Tiny was inordinately tiny
And knowing it
Never actually grown

He worked it until the lastNight fall and wanted
A just recumberence
Plus plenty of benefits
Like straying late and wide.

Around and above
It all, he kneeded and threaded
For the wine eternal

He left there some undetermined time
And went to look out
So he could panascope

Out in the wild
The panorama of everything
Mystified his tiny mind

And sparks jetted
Out igniting all with flashes
Sparkling a sudden

Revelation of every inch
Existance tumultuously
Infinite cubicles

Every one of them a complete
Scenic universe sometime
With all the dizzying world actions

Every single timed nuance like villager or
city slicker

Seasons eternally passing,
Minutely and unabashedly firsf, the whirring with incredible speed

The thought of which tiny
Could imagine into
A sweetest song.