In the whispers of the earth they tread,
Tiny architects of unity, never misled.
With strength collective, they build and mend,
Through silent paths, their wills ascend.

Beneath the sun’s watchful gaze, they toil,
In endless rows, they weave the soil.
With grains of sand and leaves they strive,
A testament to how small lives thrive.

Through rain and sun, their journey vast,
They teach of patience, unsurpassed.
No voice to shout, no song to sing,
Yet in their march, great echoes ring.

In fields and forests, their tales unfold,
A tapestry of stories quietly told.
In every step, a lesson found,
In the world of ants, wisdom profound.