Little Things...

That song from the 50s..though I was almost too young to appreciate it, but the lyrics made a lot of sense to many people and to me when I grew up a bit!
Little things like: this millipede - a walking wonder as all its legs worked away in rhythm (we've had quite a few around the place);
and the butterfly wing - so many, clouds of them, mainly black and white;
and wee patches of moss - furry, smooth, bright with fresh growth.
Yep, all sorts of little things mean a lot.