Lone Ant

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    Lone Ant

    the lone ant marches
    through the sea of green
    that seems neverending
    i look upon a foot of grass
    the lone ant marches
    continues on its short path
    vision limited unaware of the dangers
    i look upon the beetle in its path
    the lone ant marches
    still onward undeterred
    it is a creature free and alone
    i look upon the second ant
    the lone ant marches
    very close now to the other
    it sees the water begin to fall
    i look upon the dark grey sky
    the lone ant marches
    to the mound it calls its home
    and so too does the other ant
    i look upon them scurrying
    the lone ant marches
    closer now to home and others
    the second ant approaches
    i look upon the sky hoping
    the lone cloud rumbles
    and pours its feelings to the ground,
    oblivious i walk inside
    i look upon my house
    the lone ant drowns.
    the lone ant marches
    through the sea of green
    that seems neverending
    i look upon a foot of grass
    .
    the lone ant marches
    continues on its short path
    vision limited unaware of the dangers
    i look upon the beetle in its path
    .
    the lone ant marches
    still onward undeterred
    it is a creature free and alone
    i look upon the second ant
    .
    the lone ant marches
    very close now to the other
    it sees the water begin to fall
    i look upon the dark grey sky
    .
    the lone ant marches
    to the mound it calls its home
    and so too does the other ant
    i look upon them scurrying
    .
    the lone ant marches
    closer now to home and others
    the second ant approaches
    i look upon the sky hoping
    .
    the lone cloud rumbles
    and pours its feelings to the ground,
    oblivious i walk inside
    i look upon my house
    .
    the lone ant drowns.

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