A tiny ant also lives a life,
Eats, drinks, reproduces in prime,
Goes on living day by day,
Following a trail those before him lay,
No choice, no will
Till death makes them still.
It’s up to us what we want to be,
Just live and die or make history!
Still ants can be our guiding light,
Not everything’s dark,
There’s always something bright,
Ants cannot see, they have no eyes
Yet no strife or hungry cries,
They work as a team,
Not selfish nor mean,
A colony of 1,000 ants,
Power of unity is the chant.
Nothings too big,
Nothings too small,
Take the rice, and throw the husk apart.
