In the shadowed corridors of the earth,
Where sunlight dares not tread,
A silent world of bustling birth,
Where countless stories are quietly read.

Ants march in lines, a disciplined dance,
With whispers of purpose in their stride,
Building empires with persistence and chance,
In the hidden soils where secrets reside.

Their tiny hands mold the earth’s face,
Carving tunnels in the dark unseen,
A testament to nature’s quiet grace,
In every grain, a world between.

Beneath our feet, a universe unfolds,
Of creatures small with mighty schemes,
In their humble lives, a truth it holds,
In unity lies the strength of dreams.