Hiding in tall grasses a world unseen
Pass creatures over and under the ground
Only visible to sight very keen
In the slightest indentation or mound

So life exists which we're barely aware
No appreciation or knowledge gains
A living world as if not even there
Under marching feet which only disdains

Clever creation works in small places
Against unconscious attempts to destroy
Look closely again at Queen Anne's laces
Many creatures living there to enjoy

Down the dark tunnels dug in the grasses
On hands and knees...magnifying glasses