POETRY: Take a Lesson from the Anthill

In the hidden world where ants reside,
Their toil whispers truths we cannot hide.
Each tiny creature, so full of grace,
Moves with purpose, every step a race.

Take a lesson from the anthill, you who rest,
See how they labor, giving only their best.
They build their homes beneath sun and stars,
With patience, persistence, they raise the bars.

Oh, you lazy one, lift your weary eyes,
No time for sleep while the days pass by.
The ants do not slumber, they do not delay,
They carve out their future in every small way.

From leaf-cutter soldiers to the weaver’s nest,
They teach us to give life our very best.
Not just to work, but to work with pride,
With grit in our hearts, the world as our guide.

Rise from your slumber, awake from your dream,
For the joy of hard work is richer than it seems.
The sweat of your brow, the strain of your hand,
Will build something greater than castles of sand.

At the peak, where your efforts shine bright,
You’ll feel a joy that turns wrong to right.
For the wealth of your labor, no thief can steal,
It’s earned with effort, with heart, with zeal.

So, put down your doubts, pick up your stride,
In work, in action, let purpose be your guide.
Through struggle, through challenge, find your song,
For it's in the hard days that we grow strong.

Let the wisdom of the ants stir your soul,
Their diligence can make you whole.
In each task, find a reason to care,
In every struggle, the strength to dare.

Take a lesson from the ants, oh weary one,
The race is long, but it can be won.
For the richest rewards, you cannot buy or claim,
They’re earned through effort, through sweat, through flame.