I am looking through glass nSeeing soothing dew grass nThe water just runs off nDrowning miniscule ants nThis device is magnificent nA magnifying lens nI hold in my handsnAnd wonder if they know I'm there nWatching themnWe're stronger and largernWe're still weather's bitchnMaybe that dew drop will come nDrown us out of our all-knowing brainsnIf we live the same life as bugs nBut on a larger plane nAnd I wonder whether weather nIs just dew in disguise nAnd a magnifying lens above us nWatching us live our lives