Scaling Down
Scaling Down
Dear Diary,
Today a little ant was moving in circles on the bathroom floor,
Taking pity I picked it up and helped it out of the back door.
It soon trotted over the grass,
The blades hid it and I couldn't follow it, Alas!
Saving this ant I started to reflect,
How do we look from an ant's perspect?
An ant would surely think of us as giants,
With a weird variety of diets.
They might think of us as food makers,
Cause they really relish our cakes, tarts and desserts.
Ants might think of us as earthquakes,
Our heavy footsteps making their homes shake.
Ants would only be able to see us till our shoes,
Do they demarcate us from this view?
I even thought about they skills in hiding,
They cleverly hide in the ridges of our shoes while we are carelessly waking.
An ant how would it be able to gauge,
All the big things that we have brought.
It might presume it as only ridges and valleys
For what us just is a chair might be the Everest for this creature.
The thing that fascinates me the most,
Is that they never lose hope.
They might not understand our things,
They work hard and never give in.