just another poem I whipped up for a competition.
To know the secrets, know the lies,
To hear all what goes on inside,
To see all things, to be unseen,
How could humans know what this could mean?
To be so small, and underfoot,
To scuttle about through every nook,
To be so quick, to be so strong,
How could such a thing be wrong?
To be of kin, so tight of bond,
To travel far, but not beyond,
To be so free, they have the key,
But how, you ask, how can this be?
To know of which the thing I speak,
Know the un-fearing, the never meek,
For queen and country and this one plant!
I present to you the humble ant!
