Beneath our feet, they weave their way,
In silent march, through night and day.
A legion small, yet mighty strong,
Ants build their world, where they belong.

In labyrinths of earthen halls,
Their whispers echo through the walls.
With purpose clear, each takes its part,
A symphony of nature’s art.

Through storms they brave, in sun they toil,
From dawn till dusk, they tend their soil.
No task too great, no load too small,
In unity, they conquer all.

So next you see them, pause and learn,
From tiny ants, respect they earn.
For in their world, so vast and grand,
They teach us all to lend a hand.