ANTS

Oh tiny mound of sandy earth
How did you come to be? 
Each single grain - a curious birth
This work, I did not see. 
But greater still the mystery 
what goes on below? 
A maze of grains placed gingerly
By workers strong and slow. 
Success by pure resilience
These workers carry on.
Ants crafts their homes with brilliance, 
Hard work from dawn to dawn. 
In single file they march along 
Their tasks they must fulfill.
I wonder if they sing a song
When working on their hill

Janie Lazo 2016 All rights reserved