The Ants

The hope was never
An elephant wish
He was working
The day out
And the night in
She was caring
And loving, helping
Each others
To grow

All day long, running
Wearing leg-Spiker
Streaks of discipline
In wavy lines
Calls infinite strength
Which lay precious
Behind the hustle
Of their diligent work

Wish I could be ants
Carrying loads of
Thought-full shapes
Hitting the hole
Dig underneath the earth
Or of above
Imparting love
And compassion alike.

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