In the whispering garden, beneath the sprawling trees,
Ants march in silence, crafting paths with ease.
Their tiny forms, a testament to grace,
In unity, they conquer every place.

Beneath the sunlit canopy, their shadows dance,
Each step a rhythm, a timeless trance.
Through soil and stone, their journey unfolds,
In their world, countless stories are told.

With whispered secrets, they traverse the land,
Carrying dreams in a single, steady band.
Their strength lies not in one, but in the many,
A lesson of unity, rich and uncanny.

In the silent march, there’s a world to see,
A world of wonder, small yet free.
Amidst the leaves, where their paths entwine,
The ants teach us of life’s subtle line.