Beneath the grass, beneath the trees,
In tunnels deep, they move with ease.
A bustling world of silent might,
A hidden realm from human sight.

They march in line, a tireless crew,
With tasks to do, and dreams to pursue.
Each one a cog in nature’s grand plan,
Together they thrive, these small clans.

Through soil and sand, they carve their way,
Building homes where shadows play.
An empire vast, beneath our feet,
A testament to their silent feat.

So next you see one cross your path,
Remember their strength in nature’s math.
For in their world, so small yet vast,
Lies a story of resilience, built to last.