ALSphere Foundation
My footsteps echo in the empty corridor,
I suddenly halt and look down for no explicable reason,
Just next to my feet was an ongoing trail,
A well planned, synchronized train of tiny black ants
I was down on my knees spying,
On these industrious ants,
Who didn’t even pause to look at me,
As they carried their precious treasure.
And what a treasure it was!
Carried by an army of dextrous ants
The carcass of a beautiful grasshopper,
Its pale green wings still luminous in the ray of sunshine
Hardworking, focused ants,
In their infinite wisdom
Playing their ephemeral role,
In the pre-ordained circle of life.
