I am an Ant,

and I carry this burden

as I walk the branch.

I come, I go and I carry

my piece of a bright

green leaf.

Why? I do not know,

but there are many of us;

thousands, millions, billions

with this leaf held tight

in our mandibles as we

march day and night.

They walk over me.

I walk over them.

Some build a bridge from their

bodies over a stream so the

rest of us can cross.

Some have perished in their building,

washed away down stream to find a

new course.

The rest of us just keep marching,

with our big green leaf held high,

for we are ants

and know no other life.