From a different point of view

For silliness sake

Today I walked past a hostas leaf
bejeweled with pearls of rain
and wondered what would it be like
to live on that terrain?
Where water is held upright by magic
do you think you could hear the irises grow
watch the winds pass by
and the rain and fog come and go?
Could you converse with the ants
inhale the scent of a single blade of grass
and be overwhelmed by the love of a bumble bee
as it bumbles past?
Would you understand cars and bikes,
and old ladies with hair all a-curl
or would none of that matter
in that tiny world?