Go out, go out I beg of you
And taste the beauty of the wild.
Behold the miracle of the earth
With all the wonder of a child.
- Edna Jaques
A Scorpion Fly peeking out at me behind some blades of grass. When I see this I think of what a tiny creature he is in such a great big world.
Sometimes I feel like this Scorpion Fly.
