Ants on the Ground Ants in the Sky

A star-studded sky inhabits my night

Like a million ants in front of my eyes

Shining so bright with the absence of light

Tall grass behind me, a perfect disguise

I fall back, and let it prickle my skin

Then my mind drifts to take height as the wind

It feels consistent, a comfortable flight

I let out some string, it goes like a kite

Then comes down and I can’t help but feel small

I want to feel big then I recall

When ants are working in

men don’t seem to notice ants at all

But ants never mind being alone,

and continue to work in worlds of their own