Beneath our feet, where shadows play,
The ants march forth in grand array.
A world unseen, a busy hive,
Their silent whispers, so alive.

Through blades of grass and grains of sand,
They build their homes with patient hand.
No king or queen to lead their quest,
Yet harmony defines their nest.

In sunlit hours and moonlit nights,
They toil and strive, their endless flights.
A tiny force, so small, so grand,
The world reshaped by their command.

Oh, ants, you teach us silent might,
In unity, your strength takes flight.
A lesson deep within your dance,
The power found in every chance.