And it was all the same...

Small but humble, the lone ant crawled, Revering the gods who was seen on two legs, While wondering how gods never stalled, In judging an ant’s end as it cries and begs. It wondered, at the end of its life, to be god, Who reigned mercilessly over life and death, Showing off its power to leave others awed, And a small praise at the end of their breath. And thus, the ant’s life left its shell entering another, This time one with two legs, gazing out far ahead, Respecting one another, and another man’s father, Who breathed out his last breath before falling dead. Small but humble, the lone human walked, Revering the unseen God whom he have been taught.