Little Ants

From dawn to dusk the little ants are on the move,

Giving us the impression that work is the only phenomenon they love.


So disciplined they are,

And their industry is rare in the world of nature,

Tiredness never dares to challenge them,

Since the little giants exactly know what most fortifies their realm.


Mother Nature at times turns unkind,

Destroying the home so adored,

Yet their inner zeal is sped up by hopefulness,

Thus defeat the Algea and wash the pain away with the aid of Achelois.     


Their strength is no less than what Hercules had,

Keep working on being glad,

Unity is their glory,

Binding them all together until ultimate fatality.


God has presented so many such instances around us,

Alas! Way blind we are, even with healthy eyes,

As we can normally see but hardly observe and learn,

Even from the tiny ants the certain lesson that has the power to change, to earn.


Excluding their skill in biting the ants deserve appreciation beyond doubt,

 From these little wonders let those learn who simply shout!  

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Wow... not the typical poem

Wow... not the typical poem seen on this site! I really liked it!

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Thank You

Thank you so very much for your comment. Much appreciated.