Tiny Ant

The tiny ant

Climbed up a plant

And perused the infinity of the sky.

“I wish I was an eagle or a dove,

Playing hide and seek with the clouds above,

Look the All Mighty straight in the eye!”

…

Said the breeze passing by:

“Well, you can’t!

You are just an ant.

Why do you think you belong to the sky?”

…

“You ask me why?”

The ant replied,

“You… dull waft passing by.

What do you know about me

Or the things I want to be?”

…

The breeze, sarcastic cynic,

Said: “You belong in a clinic!

You are completely nuts!

Answered the ant

In a rant:

“It’s a question of having guts,

Unlock doors that life shuts

Being more than just a truant.”

…

“Save the effort, I know your sort”

Was the whispered retort.

“You are an ant,

Microscopic, insignificant…

But you want to see the Lord!

You… a bastard in this world!

It’s a miracle – I believe,

That you are entitled to live,

So why do you crave for more?”

…

Now, the ant rose a fist:

“I exist because I insist,

I dream because I can!

And no woman, no man,

No lion, no bird of prey,

No quake, deluge or twist

Can shatter my trance away.”

…

“Yes, I’m only a tiny ant

Not the monarch regnant…

But you don’t even realize

Poor wind, passing by,

That there’s already a prize

In looking the distant sky

And feel alive and free to regain

Hopes that fear freezes,

When only hollow promises remain

Carried by despondent breezes”.