Beneath the gentle sunlit leaves they roam,
In whispers soft, a journey of their own.
A legion moves with purpose, silent and free,
Crafting paths unseen beneath the towering tree.
Their tales are etched in soil and in sand,
Each grain a testament to their band.
In unity, they weave a story grand,
A tiny world, by nature’s gentle hand.
The earth vibrates with their silent dance,
A community bound by fate and chance.
In every step, they teach us to enhance,
The beauty found in life’s simple expanse.
Oh, ants, with strength in numbers, small yet wise,
You teach us to embrace the ties that bind.
In your quiet world, beneath the skies,
Lies a lesson of harmony, in kind.