Lowly Ants

They scour the floor of sandy grains, evading and avoiding obstacles as they sway.

Intentionally oblivious to the chaos within, sniffing and searching, picking and gathering as they ever match forward.

In harmony they work, understanding and coordinating in unism, individually performing duties imprinted on them at birth.

Dwelling in gallows beneath of sand and clay, In labyrinth of night to stay.

Devoid of competition or hierarchy, wealth or wretch. So tiny and puny with strength sometimes frightening.

Beneath us humans, lay creatures so lowly yet understanding more finely the relevance of unism in labour and duty.


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