I watched an ant, a tiny thing going and coming
Not caring the wind was blowing
While I, was bothered by whispering leaves
As drips of rain brushed my sleeves
And yet the ant gave not a care
Traveling without a stop, without a scare
As for me, how much have I done
Not a one, not nary a one
Waiting lost among thoughts I dread
Then I watched the ant instead
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